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dmx – get your shit right lyrics

to all my b-tches in the spot lookin’ real fly
and all my n-gg-s wit the corner locked gettin’ high
and all my playas world wide it’s just you and i
getcha paper, getcha doe, getcha sh-t right here

first off, you all n-gg-z know i don’t slouch
an’ as a kid i done did the sh-t you talkin’ about
i’m from the south, ya heard?
where n-gg-s 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 you all dream of
puttin’ n-gg-z 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
and i can d-mn the check that any of you all n-gg-z spit
i stay hittin’, i ain’t bullsh-ttin’
n-gg-, wit more glitta, than mj
it’s all pimp play, when it comes to me
and you all motherf-ckers know how jd gets down
and those who don’t it’s a new sheriff in town
feel me now

yo, let me tell you were i’m at you all sh-ts kinda sad you all
if you ride the buses or trains
watch ya back you all, who think he stallin’?
i still ain’t ballin’ and i got wild bills
an’ a crowd that keeps callin’
my dogs wanna hang, my b-tches wanna bang
but it don’t mean a thing 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 b-tches that spit in your face like alomar
broke hoes without a car sn-tchin’ fruit from salad bars
which one of you all 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 your drunk -ss is leavin’
’cause i paid to get in and now i gotta pray teethin’

n-gg-s goin’ to parties thousand dollar shoes and jewels
you begets what i be wantin’ so i be bringin’ the tool
tryin’ to sn-tch up all that ice that you came in
and n-gg- d be flippin’, yeah, money, it’s the same sh-t
what you thought ’cause you bought a joint
you might be able to creep a n-gg-
when he ain’t on point
and i can see it in yo’ eyes that you comin’ closer than tryin’
and every step you take brings your -ss closer to dyin’

and i don’t flow wit the doe ’cause money comes and goes
gimme the love of my thugs, hoodrats and hoes
and i’m good ’cause motherf-cker i’m stayin’ in the hood
and i’m gon’ rip till i’m stiff like wood
you wishin’ that you could keep it as real as me
and you gon’ know that the pain that you feel is me
when i get ill it be some next sh-t
darkman, motherf-ckin’ x sh-t
wreck sh-t for respect b-tch

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