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2pac - i'm gettin money lyrics
get money, n-gg-, yeah, aw yeah
dedicate this one to all the hustlers
that get up every motherf-ckin’ mornin’
an’ put they work in, i see you, i see you, boy
i’m up before sunrise, first to hit the block
lil’ bad motherf-cker with a pocket full of rocks
learned to throw them thangs, get my skinny lil’ -ss kicked
n-gg-z laughed ’til the first motherf-cker got blasted
i put the n-gg- in his casket
an’ now they coverin’ the b-st-rd in plastic
i smoke blunts on the regular, f-ck when it counts
tryin’ to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce
gettin’ ghost on the five o, f-ck them hoes
got a 45 screamin’ out survival
hey n-gg-, can i lay low? cook some yayo
an’ holla five o when i say so
don’t wanna go to the pen, i’m hittin’ fences
narc’s on a n-gg- back, missin’ me by inches
an’ they say,? how do you survive weighin’ 155
in the city where the little n-gg-z die?
tell mama don’t cry ’cause even if they kill me
they can never take the life of a real g
i’m gettin money
i’m gettin money
i’m gettin money
i’m gettin money
still on parole an’ i’m the first n-gg- servin’
pour some liquor on the curb for my homies that deserve
if i wanna make a million, gotta stay dealin’
kinda boomin’ ’round the way, think today i make a killin’
dressin’ down like i’m dirty but only on the block
just a clever disguise to keep me runnin’ from the cops
gettin’ high, i think i’ll die if i don’t get no ends
i’m in a bucket but i’m ridin’ it like it’s a benz
i hit the strip, i let my music buck
drinkin’ liquor an’ i’m lookin’ for a b-tch to f-ck
rather die makin’ money, than live poor an’ legal
as i slang another ounce, i wish it was a kilo
i need money in a major way
time to f-ck my girl, she gettin’ paid today
i live ‘thug life’ an’ let the money come to me
’cause they can never take the game from a young g
i’m gettin money
i’m gettin money
i’m gettin money
i’m gettin money
d-mned if i don’t an’ d-mned if a n-gg- do
now watch a young motherf-cker pull the trigger too
raise up an’ don’t let them see ya cry
dry your eyes, young n-gg-, time to do or die
i pack a pistol in my pocket, ready on my glock
ain’t no time for a n-gg- to even c-ck sh-t
i done seen a motherf-cker peep pain
at point blank range ’cause he slept on the game
ain’t a d-mn thing changed, they shakin’ the dice
now roll ’em if you can’t stand pain, better hold ’em
’cause ain’t no tellin’ 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, motherf-cker, better pull it
an’ even if they kill me
they can never take the life of a young g
i’m gettin money
i’m gettin money
i’m gettin money
i’m gettin money
i’m gettin money
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