| Them niggas try to rob me could GET THE DICK
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| All them bitches try to play me they GET THE DICK
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| Niggas try to jump B.U. |
| can GET THE DICK
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| We gon’bang when I see you so GET THE DICK
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| Have you ever seen a show with niggas on the mic
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| With one minute rhymes that don’t come out right
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| They bite, they never write, that’s not polite
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| I got great skills
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| And if my record sells 8 mil
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| I’ma still smoke weed, get dusted, get drunk and take pills
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| Fast gun play gon’get you blast one day
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| Fucking with Zee, it be today mothafucka
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| Newark like a sitcom for no brains
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| ???, Jettin from? |
| trains
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| Slip a tab and mushrooms in my coffee
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| With half a forty, feel like the walls is moving towards me Till I die from old age
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| I’ll be pullin girls up to suck my dick right on the stage
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| So stop talking, get them old jelli’s walking
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| 'Fore I call Pace celly walkman, and tell him yall been
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| Acting iffy, and its really starting to piss me And like popcorn, my nigga’s be here in a jiffy
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| Will all the Mack 10's step beside me We gon’start wylin and kill everybody
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| To you fronting ass bitches GET THE DICK
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| To you booty ass labels GET THE DICK
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| To you corny ass rappers GET THE DICK
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| To all you mothafucka’s GET THE DICK
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| Have you ever seen a show with niggas on the mic
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| With one minute rhymes that don’t come out right
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| They bite, they never write, that’s not polite
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| Pace Won, Mr. Perfect, I take a warm shower
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| Make a condo, out of saw powder
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| Make the sun eclipse at the born hour
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| I’m a wizard at this shit like Juwon Howard
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| Put my gun up in the ass of crews
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| and start to spray, gotta pay massive dues
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| So I take Emcee’s that pass the rules
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| And fly them into space like NASA do
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| I’m a, weed lover, going deep cover
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| Tricking these goofy ass ho’s I need rubbers
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| Your favorite nucker, flow butter
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| Niggas get mobbed, leave with they clothes cut up
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| 'When you comin’what they askin me
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| 'You fresh to no limit like Master P'
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| I be keepin shit milky like? |
| cream
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| Pace Won, blaze one, and I’m? |
| fiends mothafucka
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| To yall fag ass cops GET THE DICK
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| To you bitches on the block GET THE DICK
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| To you fake weed spots GET THE DICK
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| And yall niggas without glocks GET THE DICK
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| Have you ever seen a show with niggas on the mic
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| With one minute rhymes that don’t come out right
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| They bite, they never write, that’s not polite
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| If your flow is kinda doo-doo
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| I more filthier than white bums from Newark (brick city!) to Honolulu
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| More wine than cherry, raspberry, apple-cranberry, strawberry
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| Muthafuckin flows extraordinary
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| Your bitch ass will get bodied and buried
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| By this slick walking, talking, rhyming dictionary
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| Gimme your mind, let me? |
| one
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| Fairly handsome, blackened like temper tantrums
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| Spittin like automatic handguns,
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| You can’t run
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| Your style is more garbage than Shirley Manson
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| You got a platinum single, roll me your money
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| I’m bummy but I bet I can get your bitch to beat my dick for me Doin drive-bys in less than 2 minutes
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| And I know one of these houses on the block
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| got your fuckin family in it And what’s the worstist, is y’all niggas gon’need nurses
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| I collect money on your block, like ushers at churches
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| No matter where your boys go, nigga I’ma get 'em
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| You can ask? |
| Funeral Home, how much business I be sendin 'em
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| You forgot bitch nigga, I know where you stay
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| Loaded AK, get little Johnny out the way
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| Bet you these bats gauruntee your ass won’t be walking
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| I rock '98 Suburbans while you push cars from the auction
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| You don’t wanna see Bizarre Kid get dumb
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| I beat a bitches ass when I’m in a good mood
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| so imagine if I’m in a bad one
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| You better duck when I pull this nine
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| I done shut up your block so many times
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| All I see is For Sale signs
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| They say these cats only got 9 lives,
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| But Dardin took 8, so tonight you diiiiiie
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| GET THE DICK
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| yeah yeah yeah GET THE DICK
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| yeah Bizarre yeah GET THE DICK
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| All you fuckers in Detroit GET THE DICK
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| Have you ever seen a show with niggas on the mic
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| With one minute rhymes that don’t come out right
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| They bite, they never write, that’s not polite
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| You dummies
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| The reason bitches want me to spend money
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| Just to spread 'em like Gin Rummy
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| I’m Ya Ya Holier than Roshashana
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| With baby mama’s that’s pro black like the Sada
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| The lover large and at peace with his god
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| Behind bars, yall nigga’s sittin close with the gaurds
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| Fucking with yall, I’m always catchin charts
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| Yall won’t let us box, yall wanna run and tell the Sarge
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| Life’s short, I play hard
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| See your crew on the streets,
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| better know I won’t hesitate to spray yall
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| I keep a rifle killing you and everybody looking like you
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| Fag, it’s a never ending cycle
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| Can’t nobody come and save you when I start shit
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| My lead is like Kryptonite to them Clark Kent’s
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| I rip a crew with dust and liquor too
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| Too despicable
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| Toss you off the terace on ritaloo (ritual)
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| I rise like Christ
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| The third knight on mics
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| But it ain’t Easter
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| It’s only death when I meet you
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| so GET THE DICK |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get The Dick , by - Bizarre. Song from the album DJ Smokey Gray Presents Compilation Album Volume 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп