(feat. Outsidaz)



[Young Zee]

Them niggas try to rob me could GET THE DICK	

All them bitches try to play me they GET THE DICK

Niggas try to jump B.U. can GET THE DICK

We gon' bang when I see you so GET THE DICK

Have you ever seen a show with niggas 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'ma still smoke weed, get dusted, get drunk and take pills

Fast gun play gon' get you blast one day

Fucking with Zee, it be today mothafucka

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 dick 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 piss me

And like popcorn, my nigga'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 bitches GET THE DICK

To you booty ass labels GET THE DICK

To you corny ass rappers GET THE DICK

To all you mothafucka's GET THE DICK



[Young Zee]

Have you ever seen a show with niggas 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 shit 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

Niggas 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 shit milky like ? cream

Pace Won, blaze one, and I'm ? fiends mothafucka



[Azz-Iz]

To yall fag ass cops GET THE DICK

To you bitches on the block GET THE DICK

To you fake weed spots GET THE DICK

And yall niggas without glocks GET THE DICK



[Young Zee]

Have you ever seen a show with niggas 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

Muthafuckin flows extraordinary

Your bitch 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 bitch to beat my dick for me



[Bizarre]

Doin drive-bys in less than 2 minutes

And I know one of these houses on the block 

got your fuckin family in it

And what's the worstist, is y'all niggas gon' need nurses

I collect money on your block, like ushers at churches

No matter where your boys go, nigga I'ma get 'em

You can ask ? Funeral Home, how much business I be sendin 'em

You forgot bitch nigga, 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 bitches 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, 

But Dardin took 8, so tonight you diiiiiie



[Young Zee]

GET THE DICK

yeah yeah yeah GET THE DICK

yeah Bizarre yeah GET THE DICK

All you fuckers in Detroit GET THE DICK

Have you ever seen a show with niggas 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 bitches 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 nigga's sittin close with the gaurds

Fucking 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 shit

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 DICK