- Song Name: Get Your S*** Right
- Artist Name: Jermaine Dupri
- Album: Life in 1472
- Songwriters: Deric Angelettie, Earl Simmons, Jermaine Dupri, Rahman Griffin
- Release Date: 1998.07.21
- Label: Columbia
LYRICS FOR "Get Your S*** Right"
To all my b****** in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper
To all my b****** in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper
First off
An' as a kid I done did the s*** you talkin' about
I'm from the south
Where niggas fly birds outta Impalas
Live lavish
From ATL to Dallas an' the little palace
Goin' once
In the grey wit the ice
Livin' the life
Puttin' niggaz outta business like Sony did to Sega
You seen us
An nuttin' else that's all I collect
I got the hots like the lox
And I can damn the check that any of you all niggaz spit
I stay hittin'
Nigga
It's all pimp play
And you all m************ know how JD gets down
And those who don't it's a new sheriff in town
Feel me now
To all my b****** in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper
To all my b****** in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper
Yo
If you ride the buses or trains
Watch ya back you all
I still ain't ballin' and I got wild bills
An' a crowd that keeps callin'
My dogs wanna hang
But it don't mean a thing 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****** that spit in your face like Alomar
Broke hoes without a car snatchin' fruit from salad bars
Which one of you all come on
Me not goin' nowhere
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 your drunk ass is leavin'
'Cause I paid to get in and now I gotta pray teethin'
To all my b****** in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper
To all my b****** in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper
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
And nigga D be flippin'
What you thought 'cause you bought a joint
You might be able to creep a nigga
When he ain't on point
And I can see it in yo' eyes that you comin' closer than tryin'
And every step you take brings your ass closer to dyin'
And I don't flow wit the doe 'cause money comes and goes
Gimme the love of my thugs
And I'm good 'cause m*********** I'm stayin' in the hood
And I'm gon' rip till I'm stiff like wood
You wishin' that you could keep it as real as me
And you gon' know that the pain that you feel is me
When I get ill it be some next s***
Darkman
Wreck s*** for respect b****
To all my b****** in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper
To all my b****** in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper
To all my b****** in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper
To all my b****** in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper
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