
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Get It Right |
You think this shit happened for me over tha night? |
This is my life |
Everybody know I be on a flight |
To get it right, and keep it right, and stay strong |
Nigga thought it wouldn’t happen to 'em, but all of 'em dead wrong |
Singin' tha same song, sayin', «Juvy ain’t shit!» |
With a project nigga out here tellin' people he rich |
When tha truth is: they wishin' they was in my shoes |
I pay dues, with them pistols I made moves |
And I’m seein' all these pussy-ass niggas tryin' ta be hard |
Why ya fuckin' with mines? |
I ain’t fuckin' with y’all |
Tha people runnin' your organization workin' for me, uh-huh |
You didn’t know that, now you call for tha plea |
Boy, think of all tha places you could possibly be… |
…than…chokin' these bullets up that’s comin' from me |
With my T-shirt and Ree’s on |
'Cause only God knows what these niggas be’s on, (what?) |
Look, niggas better get it right and keep it right |
'Cause them Uptown Hot Boy$ are on tha street at night |
So, I hope you got your soljas and your 'Bauds on |
'Cause we about ta strap up and know your clothes off |
Whoa |
You better get it right and keep it right |
'Cause them Uptown Hot Boy$ are on tha street at night |
So, I hope you got your soljas and your 'Bauds on |
'Cause we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off |
Listen, listen, listen |
Zip it! |
Cock, then act a fool and make 'em get back it (what?) |
Chrome mack diply (what?) |
Automatic spit back (what?) |
I’m a Hot Boy, nigga, follow me |
Do or die, survive with me (huh?) |
Blow a pound of that broccoli (huh?) |
Hit a block and then ride with me (huh?) |
Kill’em all, but not your boy, he just had a baby daughter (so?) |
Then, Cita, he never walk again (so?) |
Don’t play with them sharks again (oh) |
I make them niggas bleed like that time of tha month |
See, I told 'em, «Nobody move; |
nobody head bust.» |
Plus, a hundred rush, turn a boy to dust |
Nigga, I’m a soldier, trust… I'll blow a hole in your guts |
And ain’t no «if», «and's», or «but's» (uh-uh) |
You could get mad and fuss (uh-uh) |
Watch your lip, man, you’ll touch (uh-uh) |
I’ll pop a clip in, and bust (uh-uh) |
Look, I’m straight thuggin' |
Lookin' at niggas' fake muggin' |
I’m runnin' with niggas that stay sufferin' |
That ain' nothin' |
It’s Wheezy Wheez |
I show off behind cheese |
Get full of trees |
Here I come, you better leave |
Look, niggas better get it right and keep it right |
'Cause them Uptown Hot Boy$ are on tha street at night |
So, I hope you got your soljas and your 'Bauds on |
'Cause we about ta strap up and know your clothes off |
Whoa |
Look, niggas better get it right and keep it right |
'Cause them Uptown Hot Boy$ are on tha street at night |
So, I hope you got your soljas and your 'Bauds on |
'Cause we about ta strap up and know your clothes off |
Niggas know I could get ugly when it comes to that (To that) |
Oh, for sure, I leave ya bloody if it comes to that (To that) |
I ain’t no ho, if in beef I ain’t gon' run from that (From that) |
You got coke, keep it on tha low 'cause I’ll come for that (For that) |
I keep pistols in my possession 'cause I stays in shit (What?!) |
I was raised watchin' niggas shootout with K’s and shit (Wha?) |
My momma tried ta keep me inside, but I snuck out tha back (Oh) |
Shot hookie from school, hung on V.L. |
and sold a lil' crack (Fo sho') |
Niggas respect me 'cause they know my nuts be hangin' and swingin' (Hangin') |
If my toes get stepped on, I’m click-clackin' and bangin' (Bangin') |
I’ve been out here since I was, like, ten years old |
Caught my first gun charge in nineteen-nine-four |
Scuffed my knees up, but the Lord, he pulled me out that |
I’m ahead now, and ain’t no way that I’ma look back (Fa sho') |
Fresh laid tha track down, I picked tha pad up for a minute |
Put tha gat down |
But don’t think I still won’t act, busta |
Niggas better get it right and keep it right |
'Cause them Uptown Hot Boy$ are on tha street at night |
So, I hope you got your soljas and your 'Bauds on |
'Cause we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off |
Whoa |
You better get it right and keep it right |
'Cause them Uptown Hot Boy$ are on tha street at night |
So, I hope you got your soljas and your 'Bauds on |
'Cause we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off |
Whoa |
Niggas better get it right and keep it right |
'Cause them Uptown Hot Boy$ are on tha street at night |
So, I hope you got your soljas and your 'Bauds on |
'Cause we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off |
Whoa |
Get it right and keep it right |
'Cause them Uptown Hot Boy$ are on tha street at night |
So, I hope you got your soljas and your 'Bauds on |
'Cause we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off |
Whoa |
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