| Song | Get It Right - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Juvenile |
| Artist | BG |
| Artist | Lil Wayne |
| Album | Tha G-Code |
| You think this shit 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 | |
| Nigga thought it wouldn't happen to 'em, but all of 'em dead wrong | |
| Singin' tha same song, sayin', "Juvie ain't shit!" | |
| With a project nigga out here tellin' people he rich"When tha truth is they wishin' they was in my shoesI pay dues, with them pistols I made movesAnd I'm seein' all these pussy-ass niggas tryin' ta be hardWhy ya fuckin' with mines? I ain't fuckin' with y'allTha people runnin' your organization workin' for me, uh huhYou didn't know that, now you call for tha pleaBoy, think of all tha places you could possibly beThen, [Incomprehensible] these bullets that is comin' for meWith my T-shirt and Rees on'Cuz only God knows what these niggas be's onLook, niggas better get it right and keep it right'Cuz them Uptown Hot Boys on tha street at nightSo I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on'Cuz we about ta strap up and know your clothes off, whoaYou better get it right and keep it right'Cuz them Uptown Hot Boys on tha street at nightSo I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on'Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes offListen, listen, listenSip itCock ta act a fool and make 'em dip itChrome MAC diplyAutomatic spittyI'm a Hot Boy, nigga, follow meDo or die, survive with meBlow a pound of that broccoliHit a block and ya ride with meCut 'em all, but not your boy, he just had a baby daughterThen, Cita, he never walk againDon't play with them shots againI make them niggas bleed like that time of tha monthSee, I told 'em, " | |
| Nobody move, nobody head bust"Plus, a hundred rush turn a boy ta dustNigga, I'm a soldier, trustI'll blow a hole in your gutsAnd ain't no if, ands, or butsYou could get mad and fussWatch your lip, man, you'll touchI'll pop a clip in and bustLook, I'm straight thuggin'Lookin' at niggas' fake muggin'I'm runnin' with niggas that stay sufferin'That ain' nothin'It's Weezy WeezI show off behind cheeseGet full of treesHere I come, you better leaveNiggas better get it right and keep it rightCuz them Uptown Hot Boys on tha street at nightSo I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds onCuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off, whoaNiggas better get it right and keep it rightCuz them Uptown Hot Boys on tha street at nightSo I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds onCuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off, whoaNiggas know I could get ugly when it come to thatOh, for sure, I leave ya bloody if ya come for thatI ain't no ho, if in beef I ain't gon' run from thatYou got coke, keep it on tha low ‘cuz I'll come for thatI keep pistols in my possession 'cuz I stays in shitI was raised watchin' niggas shoot out with K's and shitMy momma tried ta keep me inside, but I snuck out tha backShot hookie from school, hung on V.L. and sold a lil' crackNiggas 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 oldCaught my first gun charge in nineteen nine fourScuffed my knees up a lot, he pulled me out thatI'm out here now, and ain't no way that I'ma look backFresh layed tha track down, I picked tha pad up for a minutePut tha gat down, but don't think I still won't act, bustaNiggas better get it right and keep it right‘Cuz them Uptown Hot Boys on tha street at nightSo I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on‘Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off, whoaYou better get it right and keep it right‘Cuz them Uptown Hot Boys on tha street at nightSo I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on‘Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off, whoaNiggas better get it right and keep it right‘Cuz them Uptown Hot Boys on tha street at nightSo I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on‘Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off, whoaGet it right and keep it right‘Cuz them Uptown Hot Boys on tha street at nightSo I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on‘Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off, whoa |
| You think this shit 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 | |
| Nigga thought it wouldn' t happen to ' em, but all of ' em dead wrong | |
| Singin' tha same song, sayin', " Juvie ain' t shit!" | |
| With a project nigga out here tellin' people he rich" When tha truth is they wishin' they was in my shoesI pay dues, with them pistols I made movesAnd I' m seein' all these pussyass niggas tryin' ta be hardWhy ya fuckin' with mines? I ain' t fuckin' with y' allTha people runnin' your organization workin' for me, uh huhYou didn' t know that, now you call for tha pleaBoy, think of all tha places you could possibly beThen, Incomprehensible these bullets that is comin' for meWith my Tshirt and Rees on' Cuz only God knows what these niggas be' s onLook, niggas better get it right and keep it right' Cuz them Uptown Hot Boys on tha street at nightSo I hope you got your soldiers and your ' Bauds on' Cuz we about ta strap up and know your clothes off, whoaYou better get it right and keep it right' Cuz them Uptown Hot Boys on tha street at nightSo I hope you got your soldiers and your ' Bauds on' Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes offListen, listen, listenSip itCock ta act a fool and make ' em dip itChrome MAC diplyAutomatic spittyI' m a Hot Boy, nigga, follow meDo or die, survive with meBlow a pound of that broccoliHit a block and ya ride with meCut ' em all, but not your boy, he just had a baby daughterThen, Cita, he never walk againDon' t play with them shots againI make them niggas bleed like that time of tha monthSee, I told ' em, " | |
| Nobody move, nobody head bust" Plus, a hundred rush turn a boy ta dustNigga, I' m a soldier, trustI' ll blow a hole in your gutsAnd ain' t no if, ands, or butsYou could get mad and fussWatch your lip, man, you' ll touchI' ll pop a clip in and bustLook, I' m straight thuggin' Lookin' at niggas' fake muggin' I' m runnin' with niggas that stay sufferin' That ain' nothin' It' s Weezy WeezI show off behind cheeseGet full of treesHere I come, you better leaveNiggas better get it right and keep it rightCuz them Uptown Hot Boys on tha street at nightSo I hope you got your soldiers and your ' Bauds onCuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off, whoaNiggas better get it right and keep it rightCuz them Uptown Hot Boys on tha street at nightSo I hope you got your soldiers and your ' Bauds onCuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off, whoaNiggas know I could get ugly when it come to thatOh, for sure, I leave ya bloody if ya come for thatI ain' t no ho, if in beef I ain' t gon' run from thatYou got coke, keep it on tha low ' cuz I' ll come for thatI keep pistols in my possession ' cuz I stays in shitI was raised watchin' niggas shoot out with K' s and shitMy momma tried ta keep me inside, but I snuck out tha backShot hookie from school, hung on V. L. and sold a lil' crackNiggas respect me ' cuz they know my nuts be hangin' and swingin' If my toes get stepped on, I' m clickclackin' and bangin' I' ve been out here since I was, like, ten years oldCaught my first gun charge in nineteen nine fourScuffed my knees up a lot, he pulled me out thatI' m out here now, and ain' t no way that I' ma look backFresh layed tha track down, I picked tha pad up for a minutePut tha gat down, but don' t think I still won' t act, bustaNiggas better get it right and keep it right' Cuz them Uptown Hot Boys on tha street at nightSo I hope you got your soldiers and your ' Bauds on' Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off, whoaYou better get it right and keep it right' Cuz them Uptown Hot Boys on tha street at nightSo I hope you got your soldiers and your ' Bauds on' Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off, whoaNiggas better get it right and keep it right' Cuz them Uptown Hot Boys on tha street at nightSo I hope you got your soldiers and your ' Bauds on' Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off, whoaGet it right and keep it right' Cuz them Uptown Hot Boys on tha street at nightSo I hope you got your soldiers and your ' Bauds on' Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off, whoa |