Get Your Shit Right
Jermaine Dupri Song Lyrics

Feat. DMX and The Mad Rapper(DMX)Grrrrrrr, grrrrr, grrr (Yeah)Chorus: repeat 2XTo all my bitches in the spot lookin' real flyAn' all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' highAn' all my playas world wide it's just you and IGetcha paper, getcha dough, getcha shit right(Jermaine Dupri)First off, y'all niggaz know I don't slouchAn' as a kid I done did the shit you talkin aboutI'm from the South, ya heard?Where niggas fly birds outta ImpalasLive lavishFrom ATL to Dallas an' the little palaceGoin once, goin twice, everyday, livin niceIn the grey wit the ice, makin money rollin diceLivin the life, that y'all dream ofPuttin niggaz outta business like Sony did to SegaYou seen us, the green stuffAn nuttin' else that's all I collectI got the hots like the Lox - Money, Power and RespectAn' I can damn the check that any of y'all niggaz spitI 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 meAn' y'all motherfuckers know how J.D. gets downAn' those who don't it's a new sheriff in townFeel me nowChorus x2(Mad Rapper)Yo, let me tell you were I'm at y'allShits kinda sad y'allIf you ride the buses or trainsWatch ya back ya'llWho think he stallin?I still ain't ballinAn' I got wild billsAn' a crowd that keeps callinMy dogs wanna hang (bark)My bitches wanna bangBut it don't mean a thang When all you got is changeThat's why my women ain't dimesNot even close to ninesSorta like fives and sixesWit scars and stichesType of bitches that spit in yo' face like AlomarBroke hoes without a car snatchin' fruit from salad barsWhich one of ya'll come on, test me nowMe not goin' nowhere, you don't impress me nowSo next time you see me up in them clubsI'm probably scemin'While you at the barBrick hard and fiendin'I wait for 4 o'clock when yo' drunk ass is leavin'Cause I paid to get inAn' now I gotta pray teethin'Chorus x2(DMX)Niggas goin' to partiesThousand dollar shoes and jewelsYou Begets what I be wantin' so I be bringin' the toolTryin' to snatch up all that ice that you came inAn' nigga D be flippin', yeah, money, it's the same shitWhat you thoughtCause you boughtA jointYou might be able to creep a niggaWhen he ain't on pointAn' 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 doughcause money comes and goesGimme the love of my thugsHoodrats and hoes, an' I'm goodCause motherfucker I'm stayin in the hoodAn' I'm gon' rip till I'm stiff like woodYou wishin' that you couldKeep it as real as meAn' you gon' know that the pain that you feel is meWhen I get ill it beSome next shitDarkman, Motherfuckin X shitWreck shitFor respect bitchChorus x4