Tytuł: Get Your Shit Right

• Wykonawca: DMX
• Wyświetleń: 285

[DMX:]
  Grrrrrrr
  Grrrrr
  Grrr
  
  [JD:]
  Yeah.
  
  [Chorus:]
  To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
  An' all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
  An' all my playas world wide it's the shot or die
  Getcha paper, getcha dough, getcha shit right
  [x2]
  
  First off, ya'll niggas know I don't slouch
  An' as a kid I done did the shit you talkin' about
  I'm from the South
  Ya heard
  Where niggas fly birds outta Impalas
  Live lavish
  From ATL to Dallas an' the little palace
  Goin' once, goin' twice
  Everyday, livin' nice
  In the grey wit the ice
  Makin' money rollin' dice
  Livin' the life
  That ya'll dream of
  Puttin' niggas outta buissiness like Sony did to Sena
  You seen us
  The green stuff
  An nuttin' else that's all I collect
  I got the hots like the Lox
  Money, Power and Respect
  An' I can damn the check
  That any of ya'll niggas spit
  I stay hittin'
  I ain't bullshittin'(he ain't bullshittin')
  Nigga
  Wit more glitter
  Than M.J.
  It's all pimp play
  When it comes to me
  An' ya'll muthafuckas know how JD gets down
  An' those who don't it's a new sheriff in town
  Feel me now
  
  [Chorus x2]
  
  [Mad Rapper:]
  Yo, let me tell you were I'm at ya'll
  Shits kinda sad ya'll
  If you ride the buses or trains
  Watch ya back ya'll
  Who think he stallin?
  I still ain't ballin'
  An' I got wild bills
  An' a crowd that keeps callin'
  My dogs wanna hang(bark)
  My bitches wanna bang
  But it don't mean a thang
  When all you got is change
  That's why my women ain't dimes
  Not even close to nines
  Sorta like fives and sixes
  Wit scars and stiches
  Type of bitches that spit in yo' face like Alomar
  Broke hoes without a car
  snatchin' fruit from salad bars
  Which one of ya'll come on, test me now
  Me not goin' nowhere, you don't impress me now
  So next time you see me up in them clubs
  I'm probably scemin'
  While you at the bar
  Brick hard and fiendin'
  I wait for 4 o'clock when yo' drunk ass is leavin'
  Cause I paid to get in
  An' now I gotta pray teethin'
  
  [Chorus x2]
  
  [DMX:]
  Niggas goin' to parties
  Thousand dollar shoes and jewels
  You Begets what I be wantin' so I be bringin' the tool
  Tryin' to snatch up all that ice that you came in
  An' nigga D be flippin', yeah, money, it's the same shit
  What you thought
  Cause you bought
  A joint
  You might be able to creep a nigga
  When he ain't on point
  An' I can see it in yo' eyes that you comin' closer than tryin'
  An' every step you take brings yo' ass closer to dyin'
  An' I don't flow wit the dough
  cause money comes and goes
  Gimme the love of my thugs
  Hoodrats and hoes
  An' I'm good
  Cause muthafucka I'm stain' in the hood
  An' I'm gon' rip till I'm stiff like wood
  You wishin' that you could
  Keep it as real as me
  An' you gon' know that the pain that you feel is me
  When I get ill it be
  Some next shit
  Darkman
  Muthafuckin X shit
  Wreck shit
  For respect bitch
  
  [Chorus x4]