Dupri Jermaine Get Your Shit Right Lyrics

Get Your Shit Right Lyrics

featuring DMX  The Mad Rapper  

  

 [DMX]  

 Grrrrrrr  grrrrr  grrr (Yeah)  

  

 Chorus: repeat 2X  

  

 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 just you and I  

 Getcha paper  getcha dough  getcha shit right  

  

 [Jermaine Dupri]  

 First off  y'all niggaz 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 y'all dream of  

 Puttin niggaz outta business like Sony did to Sega  

 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 y'all niggaz spit  

 I stay hittin, I ain't bullshittin (he ain't bullshittin)  

 Nigga, wit more glitta, than M.J.  

 It's all pimp play, when it comes to me  

 An' y'all motherfuckers know how J.D. 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 y'all  

 Shits kinda sad y'all  

 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 motherfucker I'm stayin 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, Motherfuckin X shit  

 Wreck shit  

 For respect bitch  

  

 Chorus x4