Get the Dyk! lyrics

[Young Zee]
Them n*ggas try to rob me could GET THE di*k
All them b*tches try to play me they GET THE di*k
n*ggas try to jump B.U. can GET THE di*k
We gon' bang when I see you so GET THE di*k
Have you ever seen a show with n*ggas on the mic
With one minute rhymes that don't come out right
They bite, they never write, that's not polite

I got great skills
And if my record sells 8 mil
I'mma still smoke weed, get dusted, get drunk and take pills
Fast gun play gon' get you blast one day
f*cking with Zee, it be today mothaf*cka
Newark like a sitcom for no brains
???, Jettin from ? trains
Slip a tab and mushrooms in my coffee
With half a forty, feel like the walls is moving towards me
Till I die from old age
I'll be pullin girls up to suck my di*k right on the stage
So stop talking, get them old jelli's walking
'Fore I call Pace celly walkman, and tell him yall been
Acting iffy, and its really starting to p*ss me
And like popcorn, my n*gga's be here in a jiffy
Will all the Mack 10's step beside me
We gon' start wylin and kill everybody
[Pace Won]
To you fronting ass b*tches GET THE di*k
To you booty ass labels GET THE di*k
To you corny ass rappers GET THE di*k
To all you mothaf*cka's GET THE di*k

[Young Zee]
Have you ever seen a show with n*ggas on the mic
With one minute rhymes that don't come out right
They bite, they never write, that's not polite

[Pace Won]
Pace Won, Mr. Perfect, I take a warm shower
Make a condo, out of saw powder
Make the sun eclipse at the born hour
I'm a wizard at this sh*t like Juwon Howard
Put my gun up in the ass of crews
And start to spray, gotta pay massive dues
So I take Emcee's that pass the rules
And fly them into space like NASA do
I'm a, weed lover, going deep cover
Tricking these goofy ass ho's I need rubbers
Your favorite nucker, flow butter
n*ggas get mobbed, leave with they clothes cut up
'When you comin' what they askin me
'You fresh to no limit like Master P'
I be keepin sh*t milky like ? cream
Pace Won, blaze one, and I'm ? fiends mothaf*cka
[Azz-Iz]
To yall fag ass cops GET THE di*k
To you b*tches on the block GET THE di*k
To you fake weed spots GET THE di*k
And yall n*ggas without Glocks GET THE di*k

[Young Zee]
Have you ever seen a show with n*ggas on the mic
With one minute rhymes that don't come out right
They bite, they never write, that's not polite

[Azz-Iz]
If your flow is kinda doo-doo
I more filthier than white bums from Newark (brick city!) to Honolulu
More wine than cherry, raspberry, apple-cranberry, strawberry
Muthaf*ckin flows extraordinary
Your b*tch ass will get bodied and buried
By this slick walking, talking, rhyming dictionary
Gimme your mind, let me ? one
Fairly handsome, blackened like temper tantrums
Spittin like automatic handguns
You can't run
Your style is more garbage than Shirley Manson
You got a platinum single, roll me your money
I'm bummy but I bet I can get your b*tch to beat my di*k for me
[Bizarre]
Doin drive-bys in less than 2 minutes
And I know one of these houses on the block
Got your f*ckin family in it
And what's the worstist, is y'all n*ggas gon' need nurses
I collect money on your block, like ushers at churches
No matter where your boys go, n*gga I'mma get 'em
You can ask Swanson Funeral Home, how much business I be sendin 'em
You forgot b*tch n*gga, I know where you stay
Loaded AK, get little Johnny out the way
Bet you these bats gauruntee your ass won't be walking
I rock '98 Suburbans while you push cars from the auction
You don't wanna see Bizarre Kid get dumb
I beat a b*tches ass when I'm in a good mood
So imagine if I'm in a bad one
You better duck when I pull this nine
I done shut up your block so many times
All I see is For Sale signs
They say these cats only got 9 lives
Bizarre done took 8, so tonight you diiiiiie

[Young Zee]
GET THE di*k
Yeah yeah yeah GET THE di*k
Yeah Bizarre yeah GET THE di*k
All you f*ckers in Detroit GET THE di*k
Have you ever seen a show with n*ggas on the mic
With one minute rhymes that don't come out right
They bite, they never write, that's not polite

You dummies
The reason b*tches want me to spend money
Just to spread 'em like Gin Rummy
I'm Ya Ya
Holier than Roshashana
With baby mama's that's pro black like the Sada
The lover large and at peace with his god
Behind bars, yall n*gga's sittin close with the gaurds
f*cking with yall, I'm always catchin charts
Yall won't let us box, yall wanna run and tell the Sarge
Life's short, I play hard
See your crew on the streets
Better know I won't hesitate to spray yall
I keep a rifle killing you and everybody looking like you
Fag, it's a never ending cycle
Can't nobody come and save you when I start sh*t
My lead is like Kryptonite to them Clark Kent's
I rip a crew with dust and liquor too
Too despicable
Toss you off the terace on ritaloo(ritual)
I rise like Christ
The third knight on mics
But it ain't Easter
It's only death when I meet you
So GET THE di*k