Lil’ Wayne – Get Bizzy Lyrics

(feat. Gudda Gudda)

[DJ Drama]

See you niggas killin’ me man

Did you think I don’t hear you talkin’?

Like “why wayne and dram’ workin’?

Didn’t wayne dis dram’?

Didn’t dram’ dis wayne?” (Gangsta grillz you bastards!)

See ya’ll niggas just wait til I turn around then talk about me

Fool-ass niggas

But I’ll do this for ya’ll

Ya’ll ain’t learned that? HAHAHAHA

[Lil Wayne]

Uhh Young young young young young young yooouuunnng young mula baby

Young mula baby young young mulah baby you ready?

Weezy f bitch, im tired of yall hatin

I know ya head hurtin’ you tylenol takin mafuckers im the man

Just ask your ol’ lady, like a true gentleman im after yo lady

Im a massacre waitin’ to happen fuck all this rappin boy

I get to cappin and leave you with holes like a napkin man

He gon need napkin no a band aid no a damn grave

I am rampage jackson on a rampage step in my cage

Picture on my page printed in a best book

Come up out my left pocket with a left hook

Mamma said knock ya out, money made me block ya out

I got the game on lock and I lock ya out

My jewelery singin’ like a oprah house, I bought that drop top phantom of the oprah yea, get silly not stupid man

Never save a hoe she better ask soulja boy to superman

You can bet when I sleep im poloed down head to feet, polo horses on my sheets, I get that from pimp c

Tall cup of dj screw, sittin on a pint of big moe

Sharper than a tack hoe, you can keep the tick toe

Yea, red scarf on my neck, red diamonds lookin like red barf on my neck


Tell my bass, nigga sue woo cause I be with more B’s than ju ju

Big Boss im a big dog, and I dont mean fleas when I say im ticked off


Nigga I dont eva scratch, and if she throw that pussy,

Big dog fetch type of soldier on some sketch that shit

Imma draw that pistol make your chest a tablet you are just a tad bit

And imma whole lot young money motherfucka but the money so not