Jermaine Dupri Your Shit Right Lyrics

Your Shit Right Lyrics

Chorus x2(JD): 

To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly

An' all my niggas wit the corner lock gettin' high

An' all my playas world wide it's just you and I,

Get ya paper, get ya dough, get ya shit right.

JD:

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 business like Sony did to Zenith 

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 where 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' the Chronic 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 schemin'

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 Break even

Chorus x2 

DMX: Niggas goin' to parties Thousand dollar shoes and jewels

You be gets 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, buddy , 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