JD (Jermaine Dupri)

JD (Jermaine Dupri) - Get Your Shit Right lyrics

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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 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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