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]