Get It Right

Lyrics

[Intro: Crisis tha Sharpshooter] Black Knights Through the jungles we swarmin' From every angle, stay swarmin' Yo! [Verse 1: Crisis tha Sharpshooter] Raised in environments where gats stay firin', pure violence Rob for a salary and sell drugs - thug's mentality Poverty's reality, for me and mine,.that's why we live the life of crime Stuck in these medieval times, strugglin' We murder for the love of hustlin', my life We keep the spot bubblin' til' the narcs come rushin' in No other way, ballin' for everything or nothin' at all Manifest thoughts I'm speaking, thats's law It's a thin line between good and evil, light and darkness Go harder than heartless, I pull through, regardless To whom or what, refuse to lose, give your troops the blues On their cells short stoppin', Crisis known to keep the North poppin' Corpse droppin' when the beef's real that's why we keep steel Tucked low, quick to let guns blow, so duck low When you hear something, you'll die you come through here frontin' Black Knights deliver act-rights we fear nothing [Chorus: Crisis tha Sharpshooter] It's do or die in these streets So what you choose, show and prove if you know it's beef Nothin' to lose but your life steppin' to the Knights So get it right, don't grab a mic if your shit ain't tight Get it right [Verse 2: Holocaust as Skeleton Lode] Elephant men, guns and dirty mops Purist hip-hop, shots heard on your block Run down the staircase stepping on greedy roaches Never can approach this, lyrics that be the dopest Drinking screwdrivers, laughing with the Skarekrow Nails in a bucket of paint, the dirty saint Ladies feel faint, I'm rusty as a monkey wrench Thrown in the pipework, swingin' a Black Knights shirt Late in the evening, nightmare, the poet The sky rains hammers, hu-hu-hu-hu-hu! Guns in your face, watch me act the silliest All Points, bullets, and Killa Bee gang affiliates Club fight where you should mambo, cigars Clean classic cars, evening at the opera house This one ends with me returning to the swamp Kiss LA on the cheek, dosvidaniyu I'd rather leap with umbrellas Fellas in congress are jealous and lies is what they sell us Fiddle happily, harmonica never trifle Pistol on my lap and in my coat 'cause it's rifle Chitty Bang Bang La Fique, Holocaust! [Chorus: Crisis tha Sharpshooter] It's do or die in these streets So what you choose, show and prove if you know it's beef Nothin' to lose but your life steppin' to the Knights So get it right, don't grab a mic if your shit ain't tight Get it right It's do or die in these streets So what you choose, show and prove if you know it's beef Nothin' to lose but your life steppin' to the Knights So get it right, don't grab a mic if your shit ain't tight Get it right [Verse 3: Crisis tha Sharpshooter] It's official, bloody paragraphs contaminate your system Prescribe the antidote, snipe that ass from a distance Baptise my throat with the Henney and Coke Firewater mixed with widow hold it in 'til I choke Get the full effect, eyes blood shot, get drunk and pull the tech Disconnect the neck and dime it back to disrespect Leave you posin' for obituaries, posted in cemeteries Trapped in a box for tryna slap-box with Glocks Hit your spine releasin' multiple shots Strays ricochet the walls and hallways, gunplay all-day Got the block locked like Rayway Fuck individuals we'll make them all pay All pay! [Chorus: Crisis tha Sharpshooter] It's do or die in these streets So what you choose, show and prove if you know it's beef Nothin' to lose but your life steppin' to the Knights So get it right, don't grab a mic if your shit ain't tight Get it right It's do or die in these streets So what you choose, show and prove if you know it's beef Nothin' to lose but your life steppin' to the Knights So get it right, don't grab a mic if your shit ain't tight Get it right