Get Right Songtext
von Mac Mall

Get right, get right
Get right, get right

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


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

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


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

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 21
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

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

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