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Evita - Soundtrack - Get Right lyrics
[ Levitti ]
 Get right
 Get right
 Get right
 [ VERSE 1 ]
 I can't lie, I like to get high and figure-8 when I drive
 Blow doja rope in the sky for all my cuddies that died
 We can't do nothin but strive during the struggle
 You want a silver spoon in your mouth, you gotta hustle
 As I take another hit of the spliff that soldiers passin
 The only chance I get to feel peace, I gotta have some
 So see, I spark the holla a lot, it keeps me goin
 Baby boy 3 steps ahead of his death, and mama knowin
 So she's sayin, "Baby, change your ways"
 But I was raised in the days of Uzis and A.K.'s
 Where killers play their deadly game called the pistol-tag
 Just let me live, I ask
 But if you're caught in a cross, then I'ma off your ass
 Young nigga that's tryin to have the better things in life
 He went from crookin and rookin to jookin overnight
 Some try to say he ain't right, but who's to say that he's wrong
 That's why you're starvin, and the name of this song
 Is get some Get Right
 [ CHORUS: Levitti ]
 You, you need to get some get right
 Cause fools, they choose to front their whole life
 You need to get some get right
 Cause fools, they choose to front their whole life
 [ VERSE 2 ]
 I tried to tell my young partner to take a look at his life
 But he don't like how it's lookin, because his money ain't right
 And gettin high as a kite is his way to escape the ghetto heat
 In them streets where it ain't no peaceEvita - Soundtrack - Get Right - http://motolyrics.com/evita-soundtrack/get-right-lyrics.html
 He's stayin fast on his feet, cause the rollers be chainin
 And if they have you with that d, it ain't no use in explainin
 Cause they gon' slam you on your face, haul you off with a case
 And in the belly of the beast you're straight tucked away
 But he don't hear me though, he rather sling the dope
 And to that day illegal business got my folks smoked
 It got me feelin like it ain't no hope for black males
 If you're out there in the life it's either jail or it's hell
 See, jail is what they send us to
 And hell is what we're livin through
 So get some get right is what you better do
 [ Levitti ] Better do
 [ Mac Mall ] Better do (3x)
[ CHORUS ]
 [ VERSE 3 ]
 Now back in 1983 we played as kids in the street
 Never thought in '96 I'd roll my strip totin heat
 And player, funkin with the feds was never fun to me
 But man, the rollers try to take the hood from under me
 Haters come with jealousy, but they ain't fadin me none
 Too busy mackin bout my mail and tryin to make 21
 Some of my cuddies didn't live to see the big twump-ace
 And I be damned if I got out like a statistic today
 So I'ma get some get right, get my game tight
 Hustlin on the mic, now my name's in lights
 Me and my cuddies was broke, but not no mo', mayn
 They down with Cessed Out, so there's no more cocaine
 Tryin to show my folks there's way mo'
 To life than just bangin and hittin licks and sellin dope
 Playboy, it's almost 2000, peep the game's gettin colder
 And if somebody asks ya, tell em Mac Mall told ya
[ CHORUS ]








