| Get money, get fly, get busy, get live
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| Get over, get by, get women, get high
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| Get right!
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| Think you can stop us, really? |
| Ya’ll niggas got to feel me
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| Peel out Suzuki’s, make those Kawasaki’s pop a wheelie
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| Cuz only I could hold me, V.S.O.P. |
| control me
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| Better watch those rollies, yo, we crash spots, warn the police
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| You think you know me, cool as Coolie High, co-chief
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| Roamin' the streets, black like no justice and no peace
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| Keepin' the pace, not gon' lose my place, in this paper chase
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| Smell this pie we bake, make your plate, take a taste
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| Make no mistakes, though, some toes gettin' stepped on
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| My name is tephlon, hook 'em like it’s methadone
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| Whenever the record’s on, set the bomb, test my arm
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| I’m never alarmed, the best are harmed when the pressure’s on
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| Back on the block, pull up on the spot, drunk’s pop
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| Once a drop, echoin' through ghettoes like gun shots
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| Pull out that twenty spot, what we got’s above hot
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| Killa Beez, we run shop, runnin' from the top, it goes
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| Listen, baby, work your dance, to this verse I chant
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| Victim of my circumstance, get at me, first chance
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| Bet it’s a short deal, good, how ya’ll feel
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| Ditech, it’s all wheel, gonna make 'em all kneel
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| Givin' the play, million shipped today, who got shit to say?
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| Poured it in Broadway, check me out in the big display
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| That’s overlookin', Bronx, Queens, Brooklyn
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| Staten, Manhattan, wherever there’s a hood in
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| I dig my foot in, men of honor like I’m Cuba Gooding
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| You was bookin' when they jumped off, but who was lookin'
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| Via satellite, I broadcast the fast light
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| That’s right, pass the mic, load me up, I’ll crash it tight
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| When in the zone, I lose it, I’ll put them blown in fuses
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| There’s no explainin', no escapin' and no excuses
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| Move if you true, the kid is due, let my niggas through
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| Gettin' physical and the streets continue to
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Ya’ll, and that’s right ya’ll
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| And we goin' no where, it’s all night ya’ll
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| I love my ladies with jeans that fit tight ya’ll
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| For all my fellas on bikes with chrome pipes, ya’ll
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| Ya’ll from the north, west, south to the east side
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| We really don’t mind, we rep each side
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| Haters get mad, they left outside
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| You feel what I feel, then come inside
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| The eyes like David Caress, so check my following
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| Move with The Movement, that’s your only option
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| My coalition, all in position on this mission
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| No quittin', slowly inchin' closer to this vision
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| Won’t you listen, couldn’t inflict your system with conviction
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| Stop your bitchin', hard times is all you’re gettin'
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| See the fire in my eyes, desire in my vibes
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| Liar in disguise, never measure eye and eye
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| On any of us, what, bounce, before you get touched
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| The town’s not big enough, give it up, get it shut
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| Down like Studio 54, you know that this be raw, you know that this be war
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| I’m ahead of the game, why lose, it’s better to gain, no darts
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| Are ever the same, Deck’s my name, I never changed
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| On the road to riches, out to foe the snitches
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| I roll wit chicks who pose for pictures, they rich and hold the figures |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get Right , by - Inspectah Deck. Song from the album The Movement, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп