Get It Together

[Zaakir] Yeah, I'm tryin' to get it right, live my life right I want the things that come with the fast life But I don't wanna lose my soul, right? pay with my life I just wanna rock ice with my fresh nikes (yeah, yeah) 'cause the girls at the school think I dress nice. (yeah) The real thug niggas cool with a nigga, right? (that's right) 'Til one day after school, walkin' home, right? (Uh Huh) Them same thug niggas ran up on a brother, right? With three more I never met in my life. (Damn!) Axed me where I'm from, banged on me, right? (Where you from?) The brothers that I knew was up outta sight (Man they made me get it together, and now I act right.) (Let's get it together, for you and me) [Mark 7even] Trials and tribulations, both got you accosted Understand I'm not the one, go tap some other resources The road that you travel gon' be paved in some gravel So before you try an jack me understand the shit is rocky I don't mean a boxer, Illy? or Oscar I'm tryin' to spit some game, so your ass can prosper Pay a little dues, do a couple a shows Put a mix-tape out, man let's see how it goes My only good advise is to cut your own slice I mean, the world ain't gon' bite, just cause you think you nice How can I be diplomatic when this ain't automatic I'm gonna tell you right, this a roll of the dice (Let's get it together, for you and me) [Chali 2na] Hey, being silent's the first sign If not, being able to follow my first line I dirt-grind on my first, it works fine I'm alert, but I been caught of guard at the worst time. (worst time) Yeah, I get apparent applause But do these people know my character flaws? I get embarrassed And pause, meticulous, but never careless because I might be the one standin' on your terrace that falls And you can laugh, but it's therapeutic, to Talk about my faults of a ? acoustic, bringing dove shit We ain't perfect, to fight just ain't worth it Despite a stained surface, we gotta retain purpose (Let's get it together, for you and me) [Akil] I was a pick-a-the-litter, when I was a-little-nigga My pops would turn preacher once my voice got deeper Than his. For all the times a nigga would vent I had to listen, he was payin' the rent and what He's sayin', he meant. I'll admit, I was tripin' a bit I was hangin' with different chicks and we be wild'n and shit But I had to get a grip before time ran out Or pop starts to trip, start puttin' me out But now I kinda see what he was talkin' about You can't live in somebody house and start airin' it out You got to be your own man and handle your biz And later on you can tell 'em what time it is (Let's get it together, for you and me) [Repeat: x2] For you and me