Testo Get It Right

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