Lyrics: Get Bizzy

weezy f bitch im tired of yall hatin i know you head hurtin you tylonal takin mothafuckas im the man just ask your old lady like a true gentleman im after your lady ima massacre wait to happin fuck all this rappin boy i get the cappin leave you with holes like a napkin man he gone need a 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 the best book
Come up out my left pocket with a left hook
Mamma said knock ya out, money made me block ya out
I done got the game on lock and i lock ya out
My jewelery singin' like a opra house, i bought that drop top phantom of the opra out
Yeag, get silly now stupid man
Never save a hoe she better ask soulja boy to superman
You can bet when i sleep im poloed out 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 scarff on my neck, red diomans lookin like red barf on my neck
EHH
Tell my bass, nigga soo woo cause i be with more b's than ju ju
Big Bro im a big dog, and i dont mean flees when i say im ticked off
HAHAHA
Nigga i dont eva scratch, and if she throw that pussy, big dog will fetch paper soilders on some sketch that shit ima draw that pistol and make your chest a tablit you are just a tab bit and im a hole lot young money mothafucka but the money so not ohhh