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Don't Look Down
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Get it Right
Imaginations, Conversations Tearing us apart What ever happened to Those friends we shared at the very start
[Chorus] Don't need them Just need you The only thing that gets me through Another time Another life Maybe next time I'll get it right Get it right
Always denyin Constantly lyin They creep and they crawl Makin sure your miserable And making sure you fall
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Leaving me Ya sure that this is right By holding us in your mind And not losing sight
[Chorus] Get it right
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[Drag-On] Uh, Uh [DMX] Uh It's The Dog in da house! It's Drag-On in da house! (Drag-On, baby) What? [Chorus- DMX] Drag-on, niggaz act on Messin wit the team itâ? s gon be a sad song X, will bring the day and the night Cuz we get it right, get it right, get it right, spit it right [DMX] Moves is made, niggas is paid, thatâ? s just how it is When my time is up iâ? ma be out but iâ? ma try to live Iâ? m eatin day by day, ainâ? t nothin sweet about it Act like you donâ? t know what Iâ? m sayin then you read about it Built for war like a armadillo Smokin yoâ? ass put two through the pilllow Hear my shit through windows Manic depressive and my head hurts Soon as the dead thirst Iâ? ll whet him first Now wait a minute it gets worse I canâ? t control what I own inside So I take it out on the soul of that kid that died Spit fire, cross niggas like barbecues Mobbin crews, strippin niggas, robbin crews And put him speechless, when I made him eat this Hollow tip and you can follow grip You be like kim and ainâ? t gon swallow shit Donâ? t know the half, couldnâ? t know the math To understand the wrath of a man split in half But he got what he wanted, shot for three hundred Shit is tight and a nigga thatâ? s right gots to run it Aint no question, thatâ? s how I get down Niggas know gimme yoâ? dough and yoâ? hoe, and here take these foâ? Hot things I got things that make niggas spin Put niggaz in the wind, where you never see niggas again Bless a nigga with fifties the thin types And a straight blast thatâ? ll put pinstripes across your windpipe [Chorus]x2 [Drag-On] Drag opposite water more than a spot order My flows cause fire then bring holes Takes more than a pump to out this little punk â? less that pump is a twelve, and I get popped, still I burn to hell Call the police and whatever they donâ? t seize And put in they mouth, and catch freeze, tell em throw drag some keys Donâ? t care how many oyeas I gotta make believe If you nervous, you donâ? t deserve it poppi please Cats stealin gats yâ? all probably will get hit Well Iâ? m the future letâ? s see yâ? all copy this, stopping this Since a tiny kid like, mommy buy me this Since she always told me no, started stealin on some grimy shit Like look at that, now look at that slide it in my bookbag Iâ? m who, parents point they fingers at, get from that hoodrat And put it back, fuck tough, while yâ? all cook crack Iâ? m cocaine, throw me in the pot, I rise to the top With your 5.0, go â? head, look ma, I got four more pegs Stil put them holes in yoâ? head, til itâ? s mushy like dough bread Cuz that vest only protects that chest And if I decide to get ice, donâ? t get to fascinated Or itâ? s my bullet, your brain, mashed potatoes Double r got me comin hard on you haters Cuz we the streets black and yâ? all belong beneath that [Chorus]x2
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