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(feat. Levitti) |
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[Levitti] |
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Get right |
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Get right |
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Get right |
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[VERSE 1] |
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I can't lie, I like to get high and figure-8 when I drive |
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Blow doja rope in the sky for all my cuddies that died |
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We can't do nothin but strive during the struggle |
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You want a silver spoon in your mouth, you gotta hustle |
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As I take another hit of the spliff that soldiers passin |
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The only chance I get to feel peace, I gotta have some |
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So see, I spark the holla a lot, it keeps me goin |
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Baby boy 3 steps ahead of his death, and mama knowin |
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So she's sayin, "Baby, change your ways" |
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But I was raised in the days of Uzis and A.K.'s |
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Where killers play their deadly game called the pistol-tag |
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Just let me live, I ask |
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But if you're caught in a cross, then I'ma off your ass |
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Young nigga that's tryin to have the better things in life |
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He went from crookin and rookin to jookin overnight |
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Some try to say he ain't right, but who's to say that he's wrong |
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That's why you're starvin, and the name of this song |
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Is get some Get Right |
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[CHORUS: Levitti |
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You, you need to get some get right |
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Cause fools, they choose to front their whole life |
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You need to get some get right |
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Cause fools, they choose to front their whole life |
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[VERSE 2] |
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I tried to tell my young partner to take a look at his life |
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But he don't like how it's lookin, because his money ain't right |
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And gettin high as a kite is his way to escape the ghetto heat |
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In them streets where it ain't no peace |
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He's stayin fast on his feet, cause the rollers be chainin |
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And if they have you with that d, it ain't no use in explainin |
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Cause they gon' slam you on your face, haul you off with a case |
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And in the belly of the beast you're straight tucked away |
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But he don't hear me though, he rather sling the dope |
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And to that day illegal business got my folks smoked |
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It got me feelin like it ain't no hope for black males |
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If you're out there in the life it's either jail or it's hell |
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See, jail is what they send us to |
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And hell is what we're livin through |
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So get some get right is what you better do |
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[Levitti] Better do |
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[Mac Mall] Better do [x3] |
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[CHORUS] |
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[VERSE 3] |
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Now back in 1983 we played as kids in the street |
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Never thought in '96 I'd roll my strip totin heat |
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And player, funkin with the feds was never fun to me |
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But man, the rollers try to take the hood from under me |
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Haters come with jealousy, but they ain't fadin me none |
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Too busy mackin bout my mail and tryin to make 21 |
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Some of my cuddies didn't live to see the big twump-ace |
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And I be damned if I got out like a statistic today |
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So I'ma get some get right, get my game tight |
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Hustlin on the mic, now my name's in lights |
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Me and my cuddies was broke, but not no mo', mayn |
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They down with Cessed Out, so there's no more cocaine |
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Tryin to show my folks there's way mo' |
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To life than just bangin and hittin licks and sellin dope |
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Playboy, it's almost 2000, peep the game's gettin colder |
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And if somebody asks ya, tell em Mac Mall told ya |
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[CHORUS] |
