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Get it Right

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Текст песни Drag On - Get it Right

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HOOK: DMXDrag-On, niggas act onMessin wit the team it`s gon be a sad songX, will bring the day and the nightCuz we get it right, get it right, get it right, spit it right[DMX]Moves is made, niggas is paid, that`s just how it isWhen my time is up I`ma be out but I`ma try to liveI`m eatin day by day, aint nothin sweet about itAct like you don`t know what I`m sayin then you read about itBuilt for war like a armadilloSmokin yo` ass put two through the pilllowHear my shit through windowsManic depressive and my head hurtsSoon as the dead thirst I`ll whet him firstNow wait a minute it gets worseI can`t control what I own insideSo I take it out on the soul of that kid that diedSpit fire, cross niggas like barbecuesMobbin crews, strippin niggas, robbin crewsAnd put him speechless, when I made him eat thisHollow tip and you can follow gripYou be like Kim and aint gon swallow shitDon`t know the half, couldn`t know the mathTo understand the wrath of a man split in halfBut he got what he wanted, shot for three hundredShit is tight and a nigga that`s right gots to run itAint no question, that`s how I get downNiggas know gimme yo` dough and yo` hoe, and here take these fo`Hot things I got things that make niggas spinPut niggas in the wind, where you never see niggas againBless a nigga with fifties the thin typesAnd a straight blast that`ll put pinstripes across your windpipeHOOK 2X[Drag-On]Drag opposite water more than a spot orderMy flows cause fire then bring holesTakes more than a pump to out this little punk`less that pump is a twelve, and I get popped, still I burn to hellCall the police and whatever they don`t seizeAnd put in they mouth, and catch freeze, tell em throw Drag some keysDon`t care how many oyeas I gotta make believeIf you nervous, you don`t deserve it poppi pleaseCats stealin gats y`all probably will get hitWell I`m the future let`s see y`all copy this, stopping thisSince a tiny kid like, "mommy buy me this"Since she always told me no, started stealin on some grimy shitLike look at that, now look at that slide it in my bookbagI`m who, parents point they fingers at, "get from that hoodrat"And put it back, fuck tough, while y`all cook crackI`m cocaine, throw me in the pot, I rise to the topWith your 5.0, go `head, look ma, I got four more pegsStil put them holes in yo` head, til it`s mushy like dough breadCuz that vest only protects that chestAnd if I decide to get ice, don`t get to fascinatedOr it`s my bullet, your brain, mashed potatoesDouble R got me comin hard on you hatersCuz we the streets black and y`all belong beneath thatHOOK 2X

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