Get Right

Lyrics

[Intro: Levitti] Get right Get right Get right [Verse 1: Mac Mall] I can't lie, I like to get high and figure-eight when I drive Blow doja rope in the sky for all my cuddies that died We can't do nothin', but strive, so bring 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 three 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 AKs Where killers play their deadly game called the pistol-tag Just let me live, I ask But if you caught in a cross, then I'ma off yo' 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' in 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: Mac Mall] 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 peace 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 yo' face, haul you off wit' a case And in the belly of the beast, you straight tucked away But he don't hear me though, he rather sling the dope And to that day illegal business got my folk's 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 Better do, better do Better do, better do Better do, better do [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 3: Mac Mall] 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 wit' jealousy, but they ain't fadin' me none Too busy mackin' 'bout my mail and tryna make twenty one 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', mane 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: 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 [Refrain: Levitti] You need some get right Fools be choosin' to front their whole life You need some get right 'cause Fools choose to front their whole life Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah