Get It Right

[Chorus] Drag-On, n****s act on Messin' wit' the team - it's gon' be a sad song X will bring the day and the night 'Cause we get it right, get it right, get it right, spit it right [DMX] Moves is made, n****s is paid - that's just how it is When my time is up, I'm a be out, but I'm a try to live I'm eatin' day by day; ain't nothin' sweet about it Act like you don't know what I'm sayin' then you read about it Built for war like a armadillo Smokin' yo' a**; put two through the pillow Hear my s*** through windows Manic depressive, and my head hurts Soon as the dead thirst, I'll wet him first Now wait a minute; it gets worse I can't control what I own inside So I take it out on the soul of that kid that died Spit fire, cross n****s like barbecues Mobbin' crews, strippin' n****s, robbin' crews And put him speechless when I made him eat this Hollow tip, and you can follow grip You be like Kim and ain't gon' swallow s*** Don't know the half, couldn't know the math To understand the wrath of a man split in half But he got what he wanted; shot for three hundred S*** is tight, and a n**** that's right gots to run it Ain't no question; that's how I get down N****s know gimme yo' dough and yo' ho, and, here, take these fo' Hot things; I got things that make n****s spin Put n****s in the wind where you never see n****s again Bless a n**** with fifties - the thin types And a straight blast that'll put pinstripes across your windpipe [Chorus x 2] [Drag-On] Drag opposite water more than a spot order My flows cause fire then bring holes Takes more than a pump to out this little punk 'Less that pump is a twelve, and I get popped, still I burn to Hell Call the police, and whatever they don't seize And put in they mouth, and catch freeze; tell 'em throw Drag some keys Don't care how many oyeas I gotta make believe If you nervous, you don't deserve it poppi, please Cats stealin' gats; y'all probably will get hit Well, I'm the future; let's see y'all copy this, stopping this Since a tiny kid like, "mommy, buy me this." Since she always told me no, started stealin' on some grimy s*** Like look at that, now look at that slide - it in my book bag I'm who parents point they fingers at, "get from that hood rat." And put it back; f*** tough while y'all cook crack I'm cocaine; throw me in the pot, I rise to the top With your 5.0, go 'head, look ma, I got four more pegs Still put them holes in yo' head, till it's mushy like dough bread 'Cause that vest only protects that chest And if I decide to get ice, don't get to fascinated Or it's my bullet, your brain, mashed potatoes Double R got me comin' hard on you haters 'Cause we the streets black, and y'all belong beneath that [Chorus x 2] --- Get It Right - DMX and Drag-On