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2Pac - I'm Gettin Money lyrics
Get money nigga. Yeah aw yeah. Dedicate this one to all the hustlers that get up every muthafuckin' morning and put they work down. I see you I see you boy. Verse 1 I'm up before sunrise first to hit the block li'l bad muthafucka with a pocket full of rocks Learned to throw them thangs get my skinny li'l ass kicked Niggas laughed 'til the first muthafucka got blasted I put the nigga in his casket and now they covering the basket with plastic I smoke blunts on the regular fuck peelin' caps tryin' to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce Gettin' chased by the five O fuck them hoes Gotta 45 screamin' out survival Hey nigga can I lay low cook some ya-yo and holla five O when I say so Don't wanna go to the pen I'm hittin' fences cops on a nigga back missin' me by inches And they say how do you survive weighing 155 in the city where the little niggas die Tell mama don't cry cause even if they kill me they can never take the life of a real G Chorus I'm gettin' money (4x) Verse 2 Still on parole and I'm the first nigga servin' postin' liquor on the curb for my homies that deserve it If I wanna make a million gotta stay ill and kinda cool around the way I think today I make a killing Dressed down like I'm dirty but only on the block just a clever disguise to keep ya runnin' from the cops Gettin' high I think I die if I don't get no ends In a bucket but I'm ridin' it like it's a Benz I hit the strip I let my music buck drinking liquor and I'm looking for a bitch to fuck Rather die making money than live poor and legal As I slang another ounce I wish it was a kilo I need money in a major way try to fuck my girl she gettin' paid today I live Thug Life and let the money come to me cause they can never take the game from a young G. Chorus Verse 3 Damned if I don't and damned if a nigga do now watch a young muthafucka pull a trigger too Craaze out and don't let them see ya cry dry ya eyes young nigga time to Do or Die I pack a pistol in my pocket ready on my Glock ain't no time for a nigga to even cock shit I done seen a muthafucka peep pain at point blank range cause he slept on the game ain't a damn thing changed They checking the time snap rolling if you can't stand playin' betta hoe Cause ain't no telling what ya might roll you might fold catch AIDS from a slight cold You better live ya life to the fullest Be quick to kill a bull got a pistol muthafucka better pull it And even if they kill me they can never take the life of a young G. Chorus 'til end |
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