Get Your Shit Right Lyrics by Jermaine Dupri

Get Your Shit Right Lyrics

    [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

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