Drag-on - Get It Right lyrics

[Chorus:] Drag-On, n***as act on Messin' wit' the team, it's gon' be a sad song X will bring the day and the night Cause we get it right, get it right, get it right, spit it right [DMX] Moves is made, n***as is paid, that's just how it is When my time is up, I'm a be out, but I'm a try to live I'm eatin' day by day, ain't nothin' sweet about it Act like you don't know what I'm sayin' then you read about it Built for war like a armadillo Smokin' yo' a**, put two through the pillow Hear my sh** through windows Manic depressive, and my head hurts Soon as the dead thirst, I'll wet him first Now wait a minute, it gets worse I can't control what I own inside So I take it out on the soul of that kid that died Spit fire, cross n***as like barbecues Mobbin' crews, strippin' n***as, robbin' crews And put him speechless when I made him eat this Hollow tip, and you can follow grip You be like Kim and ain't gon' swallow sh** Don't know the half, couldn't know the math To understand the wrath of a man split in half But he got what he wanted, shot for three hundred sh** is tight, and a n***a that's right gots to run it Ain't no question, that's how I get down n***as know gimme yo' dough and yo' ho, and, here, take these fo' Hot things, I got things that make n***as spin Put n***as in the wind where you never see n***as again Bless a n***a with fifties, the thin types And a straight blade that'll put pinstripes across your windpipe [Chorus: x2] [Drag-On] Drag opposite water more than a spot order My flows cause fire then bring holes Takes more than a pump to out this little punk 'Less that pump is a twelve, and I get popped, still I burn to Hell Call the police, and whatever they don't seize And put in they mouth, and catch freeze, tell 'em throw Drag some keys Don't care how many oyeas I gotta make believe If you nervous, you don't deserve it poppi, please Cats stealin' gats, y'all probably will get hit Well, I'm the future, let's see y'all copy this, stopping this Since a tiny kid like, "mommy, buy me this." Since she always told me no, started stealin' on some grimy sh** Like look at that, now look at that slide, it in my book bag I'm who parents point they fingers at, "get from that hood rat." And put it back, f** tough while y'all cook crack I'm c**aine, throw me in the pot, I rise to the top With your 5.0, go 'head, look ma, I got four more pegs Still put them holes in yo' head, till it's mushy like dough bread 'Cause that vest only protects that chest And if I decide to get ice, don't get to fascinated Or it's my bullet, your brain, mashed potatoes Double R got me comin' hard on you haters 'Cause we the streets black, and y'all belong beneath that