Get It Right Lyrics

Get It Right lyrics

HOOK: DMX

 Drag-On, niggas act on

 Messin wit the team it's gon be a sad song

 X, will bring the day and the night

 Cuz we get it right, get it right, get it right, spit it right

 

 [DMX]

 Moves is made, niggas is paid, that's just how it is

 When my time is up I'ma be out but I'ma try to live

 I'm eatin day by day, aint nothin sweet about it

 Act like you don't know what I'm sayin then you read about it

 Built for war like a armadillo

 Smokin yo' ass put two through the pilllow

 Hear my shit through windows

 Manic depressive and my head hurts

 Soon as the dead thirst I'll whet him first

 Now wait a minute it gets worse

 I can't control what I own inside

 So I take it out on the soul of that kid that died

 Spit fire, cross niggas like barbecues

 Mobbin crews, strippin niggas, robbin crews

 And put him speechless, when I made him eat this

 Hollow tip and you can follow grip

 You be like Kim and aint gon swallow shit

 Don't know the half, couldn't know the math

 To understand the wrath of a man split in half

 But he got what he wanted, shot for three hundred

 Shit is tight and a nigga that's right gots to run it

 Aint no question, that's how I get down

 Niggas know gimme yo' dough and yo' hoe, and here take these fo'

 Hot things I got things that make niggas spin

 Put niggas in the wind, where you never see niggas again

 Bless a nigga with fifties the thin types

 And a straight blast that'll put pinstripes across your windpipe

 

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 [Drag-On]

 Drag opposite water more than a spot order

 My flows cause fire then bring holes

 Takes more than a pump to out this little punk

 'less that pump is a twelve, and I get popped, still I burn to hell

 Call the police and whatever they don't seize

 And put in they mouth, and catch freeze, tell em throw Drag some keys

 Don't care how many oyeas I gotta make believe

 If you nervous, you don't deserve it poppi please

 Cats stealin gats y'all probably will get hit

 Well I'm the future let's see y'all copy this, stopping this

 Since a tiny kid like, "mommy buy me this"

 Since she always told me no, started stealin on some grimy shit

 Like look at that, now look at that slide it in my bookbag

 I'm who, parents point they fingers at, "get from that hoodrat"

 And put it back, fuck tough, while y'all cook crack

 I'm cocaine, throw me in the pot, I rise to the top

 With your 5.0, go 'head, look ma, I got four more pegs

 Stil put them holes in yo' head, til it's mushy like dough bread

 Cuz that vest only protects that chest

 And if I decide to get ice, don't get to fascinated

 Or it's my bullet, your brain, mashed potatoes

 Double R got me comin hard on you haters

 Cuz we the streets black and y'all belong beneath that

 

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