get it right lyrics – juvenile

you think this sh*t happened for me over tha night
this is my life
everybody know i be on tha flight
to get it right and keep it right and stay strong
n*gg* thought it wouldn’t happen to ’em, but all of ’em dead wrong

singin’ tha same song, sayin’, “juvie ain’t sh*t!”
with a project n*gg* 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 p*ssy-*ss n*gg*s tryin’ ta be hard
why ya f*ckin’ with mines? i ain’t f*ckin’ 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
then, [incomprehensible] these bullets that is comin’ for me
with my t-shirt and rees on
‘cuz only god knows what these n*gg*s be’s on

look, n*gg*s better get it right and keep it right
‘cuz them uptown hot boys on tha street at night
so i hope you got your soldiers and your ‘bauds on
‘cuz we about ta strap up and know your clothes off, whoa

you better get it right and keep it right
‘cuz them uptown hot boys on tha street at night
so i hope you got your soldiers and your ‘bauds on
‘cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off

listen, listen, listen
sip it
c*ck ta act a fool and make ’em dip it
chrome mac diply
automatic spitty

i’m a hot boy, n*gg*, follow me
do or die, survive with me
blow a pound of that broccoli
hit a block and ya ride with me

cut ’em all, but not your boy, he just had a baby daughter
then, cita, he never walk again
don’t play with them shots again
i make them n*gg*s bleed like that time of tha month
see, i told ’em, “n*body move, n*body head bust”
plus, a hundred rush turn a boy ta dust

n*gg*, i’m a soldier, trust
i’ll blow a hole in your guts
and ain’t no if, ands, or buts
you could get mad and fuss
watch your lip, man, you’ll touch
i’ll pop a clip in and bust

look, i’m straight thuggin’
lookin’ at n*gg*s’ fake muggin’
i’m runnin’ with n*gg*s that stay sufferin’
that ain’ nothin’

it’s weezy weez
i show off behind cheese
get full of trees
here i come, you better leave

n*gg*s better get it right and keep it right
cuz them uptown hot boys on tha street at night
so i hope you got your soldiers and your ‘bauds on
cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off, whoa

n*gg*s better get it right and keep it right
cuz them uptown hot boys on tha street at night
so i hope you got your soldiers and your ‘bauds on
cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off, whoa

n*gg*s know i could get ugly when it come to that
oh, for sure, i leave ya bl**dy if ya come for that
i ain’t no ho, if in beef i ain’t gon’ run from that
you got c*ke, keep it on tha low? cuz i’ll come for that

i keep pistols in my possession ‘cuz i stays in sh*t
i was raised watchin’ n*gg*s shoot out with k’s and sh*t
my momma tried ta keep me inside, but i snuck out tha back
shot hookie from school, hung on v.l. and sold a lil’ crack

n*gg*s respect me ‘cuz they know my nuts be hangin’and swingin’
if my toes get stepped on, i’m click-clackin’ and 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 a lot, he pulled me out that
i’m out here now, and ain’t no way that i’ma look back
fresh layed 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

n*gg*s better get it right and keep it right
? cuz them uptown hot boys on tha street at night
so i hope you got your soldiers and your ‘bauds on
? cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off, whoa

you better get it right and keep it right
? cuz them uptown hot boys on tha street at night
so i hope you got your soldiers and your ‘bauds on
? cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off, whoa

n*gg*s better get it right and keep it right
? cuz them uptown hot boys on tha street at night
so i hope you got your soldiers and your ‘bauds on
? cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off, whoa

get it right and keep it right
? cuz them uptown hot boys on tha street at night
so i hope you got your soldiers and your ‘bauds on
? cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off, whoa

/ juvenile lyrics