Текст песни Get Your Shit Right (feat. DMX & Mad Rapper) - DMX , Jermaine Dupri , The Madd Rapper feat. 50 Cent
To
all
my
bitches
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,
getcha
doe,
getcha
shit
right
here
To
all
my
bitches
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,
getcha
doe,
getcha
shit
right
here
First
off,
you
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
you
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
And
I
can
damn
the
check
that
any
of
you
all
niggaz
spit
I
stay
hittin',
I
ain't
bullshittin'
Nigga,
wit
more
glitta,
than
MJ
It's
all
pimp
play,
when
it
comes
to
me
And
you
all
motherfuckers
know
how
JD
gets
down
And
those
who
don't
it's
a
new
sheriff
in
town
Feel
me
now
To
all
my
bitches
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,
getcha
doe,
getcha
shit
right
here
To
all
my
bitches
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,
getcha
doe,
getcha
shit
right
here
Yo,
let
me
tell
you
were
I'm
at
you
all
shits
kinda
sad
you
all
If
you
ride
the
buses
or
trains
Watch
ya
back
you
all,
who
think
he
stallin'?
I
still
ain't
ballin'
and
I
got
wild
bills
An'
a
crowd
that
keeps
callin'
My
dogs
wanna
hang,
my
bitches
wanna
bang
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
bitches
that
spit
in
your
face
like
Alomar
Broke
hoes
without
a
car
snatchin'
fruit
from
salad
bars
Which
one
of
you
all
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
your
drunk
ass
is
leavin'
'Cause
I
paid
to
get
in
and
now
I
gotta
pray
teethin'
To
all
my
bitches
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,
getcha
doe,
getcha
shit
right
here
To
all
my
bitches
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,
getcha
doe,
getcha
shit
right
here
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',
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
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,
hoodrats
and
hoes
And
I'm
good
'cause
motherfucker
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
shit
Darkman,
motherfuckin'
X
shit
Wreck
shit
for
respect
bitch
To
all
my
bitches
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,
getcha
doe,
getcha
shit
right
here
To
all
my
bitches
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,
getcha
doe,
getcha
shit
right
here
To
all
my
bitches
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,
getcha
doe,
getcha
shit
right
here
To
all
my
bitches
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
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getcha
doe,
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1 Three The Hard Way (feat. Mr. Black & R.O.C.)
2 Lay You Down (feat. Trina & Tamara Powell)
3 Protector's of 1472 (feat. Snoop Dogg, R.O.C. & Warren G)
4 All That's Got To Go (feat. Da Brat & LaTocha Scott)
5 The Party Continues (feat. Da Brat & Usher)
6 You Get Dealt Wit (feat. Mase & Lil' Kim)
7 Going Home With Me (feat. Keith Sweat & R.O.C.)
8 Don't Hate On Me (feat. Da Brat & Krazie Bones)
9 Jazzy Hoes (feat. Eightball, Too $hort, Mr Black & Young Bloodz)
10 Sweetheart (feat. Mariah Carey)
11 Fresh (feat. Slick Rick)
12 Get Your Shit Right (feat. DMX & Mad Rapper)
13 Intro / Turn It Out (feat. Nas)
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