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jermaine dupri jd - get your shit right lyrics

[dmx]
grrrrrrr, grrrrr, grrr (yeah)

[chorus: repeat 2x]

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

[jermaine dupri]
first off, y’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 y’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
an’ i can d-mn the check that any of y’all n-gg-z spit
i stay hittin, i ain’t bullsh-ttin (he ain’t bullsh-ttin)
n-gg-, wit more glitta, than m.j.
it’s all pimp play, when it comes to me
an’ y’all motherf-ckers 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
sh-ts 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 b-tches 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 b-tches that spit in yo’ face like alomar
broke hoes without a car
sn-tchin’ 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 -ss is leavin’
cause i paid to get in
an’ now i gotta pray teethin’

[chorus x2]

[dmx]
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
an’ 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
an’ i can see it in yo’ eyes that you comin’ closer than tryin’
an’ every step you take brings yo’ -ss 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 motherf-cker 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 i’ll it be
some next sh-t
darkman, motherf-ckin x sh-t
wreck sh-t
for respect b-tch

[chorus x4]

- jermaine dupri jd lyrics

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