Ruff Ryders - Get Your Money Up lyrics

[Intro: DMX] Uh, this that sh** right here Grrrrr... WOO!! Yo, aiyyo It about the culmination (ABOUT TO GO DOWN!) It's about, it's about, it's about [DMX] Bark if you want n***a I gots to let you know, I got them things that'll get you gone n***a When it's on n***a, we call it backfire We air n***az out, it's like a flat tire We some grown men, on some grown sh** On some "you best leave me the f** alone" sh** We get it on quick, you know what type of sh** this is But we ain't gettin drunk cause we don't need no witnesses fu*k YOU to the judge (f*gget!), fu*k YOU to the police (b**h!) f** the snitch in his f**in a**, with no grease We don't want no peace, war 'til we die And we gon' get it in 'til we fall or we fly [Chorus 2X: DMX] Get your money up! (What!) Get your paper right! (Yeah!) Get your money up! (What!) Get your paper right! (Yeah!) Get your money up! (What!) Get your paper right! (Yeah!) And watch a n***a do his thing for real, AIGHT? [DMX] Back on the grind, back on the clock Comin back for mine, back on the block The kid is, back with the Glock to stick n***az up Hear that meat wagon, come pick n***az up What n***a, WHAT? You keep a dick in yo' mouth I'm from New York, but I'm STILL the sh** in the South Muh'f**ers don't wan' know about the Dog And I ain't got no friend for, all of y'all Look, sh** now here gon' change n***a, for real! Red dot on yo' brain n***a, for real! I ain't got time for the bullsh** Y'all n***az is mutts, I'm a full Pit on my way to the pulpit [Chorus]