Get Your Shit Right lyrics

(feat. DMX, The Mad Rapper)

[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]