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| D12 Miscellaneous Get The Dick [Hook] Them niggas tried to rob me Could get the dick All them bitches tried to play me You could my the dick Niggas tried to jump D You could get my dick I'm gon' bang when I see you So get my dick [Chorus] Have you ever seen a show With fellas on the mic With one minute rhymes That don't come out right? They bite They never right That's not polite [Young Zee] I got great skills And if my record sells eight mil' I'ma still smoke weed, get dusted Get drunk and take pills Fast gun play Gon' get you blast one day Fuckin' with Zee It be today motherfucker Look like a sitcom for no brain We bum a loop Jettin' from Roscoe Peco train Slip a tab and mushrooms in my coffee With half a forty Feel like the wall's moving towards me Ya, till I die from old age I'll be pulling girls up to suck my dick Right on stage So stop talking Get them old jellies walking 'Fore I call Pace celly walkman Tell him y'all been Acting iffy And it's really starting to piss me And like popcorn, my niggas be here in a jiffy With all the mac 10's set beside me I gon' start wylin' and kill everybody [Hook] Tell your fronting ass bitch To get the dick And to you booty ass label To get my dick To you corny ass rappers Get my dick To all you motherfuckers Get my dick [Chorus] 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 right That's not polite [Pace Won] Yo, yo, yo, yo Pace Won, Mr. Perfect Take a warm shower Make a condo out of saw powder Make the sunny clips at the born hour I'm a wizard at this shit Like Jowahn Howard Put my gun up in the ass of crews And start to spray Time to pay massive dues So I take MC's that pass the rules And fly 'em into space like NASA do I'm the weed lover Go in deep cover Tricking these goofy ass hoes I need rubbers Your favorite nucka flow butter Niggas get mobbed Leave with their clothes cut up "When you come?" is what they asking me You fresh to No Limit like Master P I be keeping shit milky like cask and cream Pace Won, lace blunts, get a masking fiend Motherfucker [Hook] And to y'all fag ass cocks Get the dick To your bitches on the block Get the dick And to the fake weed spots (Fuck that) Get the dick And y'all niggas without socks Get the dick [Chorus] 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 right That's not polite [Azz-Iz] Your flow is kinda doo doo I'm more filthier than mic bombs From Newark to Honolulu Mowahd to cherry, raspberry Apple cranberry, strawberry Motherfucking flows extraordinary Your bitch ass'll get bodied and buried By the slick walking talking rhyming dictionary Give me a mob Let me champ one Steadily handsome Black and like temper tantrums Spitting like automatic handguns Can't run Your style is more garbage than Shirley Manson You got a platinum single, Roley, and money I'm bummy but I bet I can get your bitch To beat my dick for me [Bizarre] Doing drivebys in less than two minutes And I know one of these houses on the block Got your fucking family in it And what's the worst is 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 Ponsa's Funeral Home How much business I be sending 'em You forgot bitch nigga I know where you stay Loaded AK Move little Johnny out the way Bet ya these bats Guarantee your ass won't be walking I drive '98 Suburbans While you push cars from the auction You don't wanna see Bizarre Kid get dumb I beat bitches' ass when I'm a in a good mood So imagine I'm in a bad one You better duck when I pull this nine I done shot up your block so many times All I see is 'For Sale' signs They say these cats only got nine lives Bizarre done took eight So tonight you die [Hook] Get the dick Ya ya ya Get the dick Yo Bizarre, ya, ya Get the dick All you fuckers in Detroit Get, get [Chorus] Have you ever seen a show With fellas on the mic With one minute rhymes That don't come out right? They bite They never right That's not polite [Yah Lover] You dummies The reason bitches want me to spend money Just to spread 'em like gin rummy I'm Yah Yah, holier than Roshashana With baby mamas that's pro-black like DeSada The Lover large and at peace with his god Behind bars Y'all niggas living close with the guards Fucking with y'all I'll always catch a charts See Johanas Bach She wanna run, tell her sarge Life's short, I play hard See your crew on the street Better know I won't hesitate to spray y'all I keep a wife for 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 letters like kryptonite to the Clark Kents I'll rip a crew with dust and liquor too Too despicable Toss you off the Terrazone Richaloo I rise like Christ The third night on mics But it ain't Easter It's only death when I meet ya [Hook] So get the dick Get the dick Bitches everywhere Get the dick All the stupid family affairs Get the dick All you O-U-T's in here Get the dick We liquid So get the dick Motherfucker ya ya ya Get the dick [Chorus] Have you ever seen a show With niggas on the mic With one minute rhymes That don't come out right? 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