Get Your Shit Right

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Jermaine Dupri
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[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 its just you and i Getcha paper, getcha dough, getcha shit right [jermaine dupri] First off, yall niggaz know I dont slouch An as a kid I done did the shit you talkin about Im 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 yall dream of Puttin niggaz outta business like sony did to sega You seen us, the green stuff An nuttin else thats all I collect I got the hots like the lox - money, power and respect An I can damn the check that any of yall niggaz spit I stay hittin, I aint bullshittin (he aint bullshittin) Nigga, wit more glitta, than m.j. Its all pimp play, when it comes to me An yall motherfuckers know how j.d. gets down An those who dont its a new sheriff in town Feel me now Chorus x2 [mad rapper] Yo, let me tell you were Im at yall Shits kinda sad yall If you ride the buses or trains Watch ya back yall Who think he stallin? I still aint ballin An I got wild bills An a crowd that keeps callin My dogs wanna hang (bark) My bitches wanna bang But it dont mean a thang When all you got is change Thats why my women aint 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 yall come on, test me now Me not goin nowhere, you dont impress me now So next time you see me up in them clubs Im probably scemin While you at the bar Brick hard and fiendin I wait for 4 oclock 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, its the same shit What you thought Cause you bought A joint You might be able to creep a nigga When he aint 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 dont flow wit the dough Cause money comes and goes Gimme the love of my thugs Hoodrats and hoes, an Im good Cause motherfucker Im stayin in the hood An Im gon rip till Im 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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