Get Your Shit Right Lyrics

Get Your Shit Right lyrics

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