Get Right
Lil' Scrappy
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Aye, 1967 Newport Classic
Scrappy bout to ride out on you bastards
Some of y'all niggas can't fit in the jacket
But what happened, a hood nigga just start snappin
Hell y'all niggas be rappin
But I'mma be a real nigga, use this rap shit like trappin
Oh you think I ain't mackin
Well leave your bitch in a room with me and you'll see what happenin
I'm the bring the drama and unleash the cannon
Hope you got sense not to be the only one standin
Yeah you's a faggot
Yeah I'm a A-Town vet, you're just a maggot
Yeah I use guns just like cameras
Throw it away, a disposable hammer
Don't ask me, ask the last one that ran up
Yeah the bullet touch his heart like a choir singer
Niggas that be hatin they be on that bullshit
Actin all hard but they scared to prove it
When I come around, yeah they be movin
Actin all crazy man, don't make me lose it
Y'all better get right, get right
Y'all niggas better get right, get right
I ain't playin wit ya, get right, get right
All I'm sayin cuz, get right, get right
Yeah right
Look I'm a man of my own, I came up doin wrong
I take a track like this and put my life in a song
I give a fuck about a major label or they advice
As you can see they never market or promoted me right
They see me stuntin in the club, buyin Cris at the bar
Like how he got that chain, how he afford that car
Look I'm from North Memphis, homie, 16-5 a brick
Where they get money all day with no political shit
Get right or lay where you standin
I hit you with that muthafuckin cannon, no preparation or plannin
No sympathy or nothin for his family
The nigga shoulda got some understandin
Holdin my cheese up, order them ki's up
I'm on my way to Georgia fuckin with G's up
This your boy Yo Gotti, my wrist stay freezed up
My mouth a light show, my car's your condo, scrap what up
Niggas that be hatin they be on that bullshit
Actin all hard but they scared to prove it
When I come around, yeah they be movin
Actin all crazy man, don't make me lose it
Y'all better get right, get right
Y'all niggas better get right, get right
I ain't playin wit ya, get right, get right
All I'm sayin cuz, get right, get right
Yeah right
Pimpin, I'm a soldier, I'm wide awake on silent nights
Creepin in the ski skirt, mission get the money right
On a dangerous path not knowin what you niggas pack
So I keep an automatic pointed to the windows crack
Daddy wasn't rich, silver spoons in my mouth
When I hit 16 shit that nigga kicked me out
Told me get it how I live, sir chase yo ass, can't care
Nigga you grown so get off yo ass
So I left and got robbed at home, was the next day
Got it back on the grind with no fuckin place to stay
Real shit, you lil muthafuckas a joke
Makin songs for the hoes and never receive deep throat
I'm five niggas in the back feelin this rockabye baby
Crawled off by public place, I'm legally crazy
Goin ballistic, my life realistic
You was raised in a fantasy, same aisle as fiction
Niggas that be hatin they be on that bullshit
Actin all hard but they scared to prove it
When I come around, yeah they be movin
Actin all crazy man, don't make me lose it
Y'all better get right, get right
Y'all niggas better get right, get right
I ain't playin wit ya, get right, get right
All I'm sayin cuz, get right, get right
Yeah right