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Juvenile - Get It Right lyrics
Juvenile] 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 shoes I pay dues, with them pistols I made moves And I'm seein' all these pussy-ass niggas tryin' ta be hard Why ya fuckin' with mines? I ain't fuckin' with y'all Tha people runnin' your organization workin' for me, uh-huh You didn't know that, now you call for tha plea Boy, think of all tha places you could possibly be Then, (?) these bullets (?) is comin' for me With my T-shirt and Rees on Cuz only God knows what these niggas be's on (Chorus [Lil' Wayne]) Look, niggas better get it right and keep it right Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on Cuz we about ta strap up and know your clothes off Whoa You better get it right and keep it right Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off [Lil' Wayne] Listen, listen, listen Sip it Cock ta act a fool and make 'em dip it (what?) Chrome MAC diply (what?) Automatic spitty (what?) I'm a Hot Boy, nigga, follow me Do or die, survive with me (huh?) Blow a pound of that broccoli (huh?) Hit a block and ya ride with me (huh?) Cut 'em all, but not your boy, he just had a baby daughter (so?) Then, Cita, he never walk again (so?) Don't play with them shots again (oh) I make them niggas bleed like that time of tha month See, I told 'em, "Nobody move; nobody head bust." Plus, a hundred rush turn a boy ta dust Nigga, I'm a soldier, trust I'll blow a hole in your guts And ain't no "if", "and's", or "but's" (uh-uh) You could get mad and fuss (uh-uh) Watch your lip, man, you'll touch (uh-uh) I'll pop a clip in, and bust (uh-uh) Look, I'm straight thuggin' Lookin' at niggas' fake muggin' I'm runnin' with niggas that stay sufferin' That ain' nothin' It's Weezy Weez I show off behind cheese Get full of trees Here I come, you better leave (Chorus2x [Lil' Wayne]) Niggas better get it right and keep it right Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off Whoa [B.G. + (Lil' Wayne)] Niggas know I could get ugly when it come to that (To that) Oh, for sure, I leave ya bloody if ya come for that (For that) I ain't no ho, if in beef I ain't gon' run from that (From that) You got coke, keep it on tha low cuz I'll come for that (For that) I keep pistols in my possession cuz I stays in shit (What?!) I was raised watchin' niggas shoot out with K's and shit (Wha?) My momma tried ta keep me inside, but I snuck out tha back (Oh) Shot hookie from school, hung on V.L. and sold a lil' crack (Fo sho') Niggas respect me cuz they know my nuts be hangin'and swingin' (Hangin') If my toes get stepped on, I'm click-clackin' and bangin' (Bangin') I've been out here since I was, like, ten years old Caught my first gun charge in nineteen-nine-four Scuffed my knees up a lot, he pulled me out that I'm out here now, and ain't no way that I'ma look back Fresh layed tha track down, I picked tha pad up for a minute Put tha gat down But don't think I still won't act, busta (Chorus [Lil' Wayne]) Niggas better get it right and keep it right Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off Whoa You better get it right and keep it right Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off Whoa Niggas better get it right and keep it right Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off Whoa Get it right and keep it right Cuz them Uptown Hot Boy$ on tha street at night So I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes off Whoa |
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