[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