Muzion - Get It Right Lyrics
f/ J. Brass, Manchilde* send corrections to the typist[Impossible]Get it right tonight we all host the showJust broke the door, we bust and blow fo'Hold the dough, we own some mo', let's stack greenAnd smash fiends, attack teams, ***** up the rap sceneLet's get the max salary now, those who wished to hold me downThem cats all backing me nowJealousy smiles, I know about thatWhen I'm on top, I got it lock then on my *****, you wanna bounce backI never found that very pleasantSo if you step in my face, y'all don't know with who you messingI take yo flesh and blood kiss the Lugz on my feetWatch yo back 'cause I got love in the streetsBusting slugs on the beat, dropping the rap dialogueFor all the wild dogs, ***** it, you know my style y'allStruggling we did it enough, now we hitting the cutMy CD you picking and what!Off the shelves, we gotta start to sell some shit that's harder than hell'Cause the real rap market fellIt ain't hard to tell, them rappers think they stars 'cause they park a L.E.X.U.S.Cash they stash while they talk on cellsSo I drop shit for all my dogs to bark and yellWhile D.R. once again he sparks the ElScars you well, 24 bars, you get marked, oh well![Chorus 2x]Shit's gonna be jumping until we gonePut the beat on so we can tell you what we onBeyond, niggaz who ain't got shit to sayIt was hard yesterdayBut now we getting paid[J. Brass]I get so pissed, my style'll explode bladdersflows shatters matter, killing enemies off, making my foes scatter fastermoving like runaway slave without a master, spit hot shit, driving a rocketPutting fiber to optics, guys in my clique get fly like pilots in *****pitsbattle the fakes, gather the papes, go say your prayers like Latter Day Saintsrappers'll faint when having to...Damaging tapes and your ADATI hate raps from fake cats that only stay fat in the waist, what!I show what a true artist is J-Brass!You know who started this I stay ill like Groove Garden ispardon this... from my esophagus I drop a ... with no hostagesShit's sick like Parkinson[Dramatik]Who shot ya, no kidding, the dough got the globe spinningObstacle spilling, I watch the saga for a livingKnocking off civilians, since I had a flock and started chilling nNow we all appealing masses like sex and beamersOr like sensemilia. I just score and fit inNot just for dissmissin' knockin'pause i'v had spots before your buildin'Play safe yo, i'm shakin' labels knockin ya head like Cain and AbelBut this ain't no fabel rockin ya bedThis game's fatalI want paps on my table, cakes and the cable i'm raisin the cradleFrom the crave who got beefGot roasted for approachin' me in Oka they smoke for peaceBut i'm not an open chiefCause now a daze I got visions like a real estate brokerCan't stay sober till my sad daze are overRap pays ya know the motto of this milleniumWe be spillin' beer, killin ya peers willin' to interfere[Manchilde]Memories of the ice storm, of five headsPuffing on a blunt still keeping our mics warmIn Ziplocks bassment was the only place with lights... Dramatik he freestyle half the night on the micImpossible hum the baseline melodyJennifer and me, chilling discussing industry strategyHow to build it right, keep the crew tightManeuver with foresight and insightIn other words just how to get it rightCan't place the name? What a pity!Then check a biblical dictionary under "ancient holy city"Look for iron, lion, Zion, then add an M.U.If you still can't find the line then go buy the debutHey you! This Manchilde style is brand newMuzion and B-square must be the Fam-CrewAnd it's true, yo we stuck like crazy glueSo go tell yo mama and yo papa and yo grand too[Chorus 2x]Shit's gonna be jumping until we gonePut the beat on so we can tell you what we onBeyond, niggaz who ain't got shit to sayIt was hard yesterdayBut now we getting paidShit's gonna be jumping until we gonePut the beat on so we can tell you what we onBeyond, niggaz who ain't got shit to sayIt was hard yesterdayBut now we getting paid
