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2009-07-22

Get Your Shit Right

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 motherf**kers 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 a*s 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 a*s 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 motherf**ker 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, motherf**kin' 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 paper, getcha doe, getcha shit right here

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  5. Sweetheart
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  9. You Get Dealt Wit
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