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Jerk - Your Shit Right lyrics
Chorus x2(JD): 
 To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
 An' all my niggas wit the corner lock gettin' high
 An' all my playas world wide it's just you and I,
 Get ya paper, get ya dough, get ya shit right.
 JD:
 First off, ya'll niggas know I don't slouch 
 An' as a kid I done did the shit you talkin' about
 I'm from the South 
 Ya heard? Where niggas fly birds outta Impalas
 Live lavish From ATL to Dallas
 An' the little palace Goin' once, goin' twice 
 Everyday, livin' nice In the grey wit the ice 
 Makin' money rollin' dice 
 Livin' the life
 That ya'll dream of 
 Puttin' niggas outta business like Sony did to Zenith 
 You seen us? The green stuff
 An nuttin' else that's all I collect
 I got the hots like the Lox: Money, Power and Respect
 An' I can damn the check that any of ya'll niggas spit 
 I stay hittin'
 I ain't bullshittin'(he ain't bullshittin')
 Nigga Wit more glitter Than M.J.
 It's all pimp play 
 When it comes to me 
 An' ya'll muthafuckas know how JD gets down 
 An' those who don't it's a new sheriff in town
 Feel me now 
 Chorus x2 
 Mad Rapper: 
 Yo, let me tell you where I'm at ya'll 
 Shits kinda sad ya'll 
 If you ride the buses or trains Watch ya back ya'll 
 Who think he stallin?
 I still ain't ballin'
 An' I got wild bills 
 An' the Chronic keeps callin'
 My dogs wanna hang(bark)Jerk - Your Shit Right - http://motolyrics.com/jerk/your-shit-right-lyrics.html
 My bitches wanna bang
 But it don't mean a thang
 When all you got is change 
 That's why my women ain't dimes
 Not even close to nines
 Sorta like fives and sixes 
 Wit scars and stiches 
 Type of bitches that spit in yo' face like Alomar
 Broke hoes without a car snatchin' fruit from salad bars 
 Which one of ya'll come on, test me now 
 Me not goin' nowhere, you don't impress me now 
 So next time you see me up in them clubs I'm probably schemin'
 While you at the bar 
 Brick hard and fiendin' 
 I wait for 4 o'clock when yo' drunk ass is leavin'
 Cause I paid to get in An' now I gotta Break even
 Chorus x2 
 DMX: Niggas goin' to parties Thousand dollar shoes and jewels
 You be gets what I be wantin' so I be bringin' the tool
 Tryin' to snatch up all that ice that you came in
 An' nigga D be flippin', yeah, buddy , it's the same shit 
 What you thought Cause you bought a joint 
 You might be able to creep a nigga 
 When he ain't on point 
 An' I can see it in yo' eyes that you comin' closer than tryin' 
 An' every step you take brings yo' ass closer to dyin
 An' I don't flow wit the dough cause money comes and goes
 Gimme the love of my thugs 
 Hoodrats and hoes 
 An' I'm good 
 Cause muthafucka I'm stain' in the hood 
 An' I'm gon' rip till I'm stiff like wood 
 You wishin' that you could 
 Keep it as real as me
 An' you gon' know that the pain that you feel is me 
 When I get I'll it be Some next shit Darkman 
 Muthafuckin X shit Wreck shit For respect bitch 
 Chorus x4









