Get Your Shit Right Lyrics

[DMX:]
Grrrrrrr 
Grrrrr 
Grrr 

[JD:]
Yeah. 

[Chorus:]
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 the shot or die 
Getcha paper, getcha dough, getcha shit right 
[x2] 

First off, ya'll niggas 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 ya'll dream of 
Puttin' niggas outta buissiness like Sony did to Sena 
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 ya'll niggas spit 
I stay hittin' 
I ain't bullshittin'(he ain't bullshittin') 
Nigga 
Wit more glitter 
Than M.J. 
It's all pimp play 
When it comes to me 
An' ya'll muthafuckas know how JD 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 ya'll 
Shits kinda sad ya'll 
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 muthafucka I'm stain' 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 
Muthafuckin X shit 
Wreck shit 
For respect bitch 

[Chorus x4]