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Artiste : DMX
Titre : Get Your Shit Right
[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]