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2pac ft MC Breed - Gotta Get Mine I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours
I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours
I gotta get mine,you (More) I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours
I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours
I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours
Get yours
[mc breed]
Smooth as a wanna be,for quickly you a gonna be
{o thats the way it is}
Fuck yea and thats the way its gonna be
Why,puffin on a dank and drinking mad brew
Taking names and after that Im kickin ass too.
Breed,kinda of tha{can I get a ryhme to go}
Hey yo pac ill set back and design it slow.
They hate to see a young nigga,come up
Another punk,run up
And have to get his,gun up
Cause um I aint takin no shorts,like a newport,explortin the fully joint and
Explodin on the whole court.
And I dont wanna be,wanna be,nuttin like mike
Cause even mike dont miss every itty bitty triflin
And when you in the spotlight,you get um jocked right
But your lifes not tight.
Buckin anybody forbed mine
When will they relize,im set out to get mine
{chorus}x6
[2pac]
I keep my mind on my money,money on my mind
Finga on the trigga,nigga,hand on my nine
Smokin blunts a skunk,makin hoes of punks
And only underground funk bumpin outta my trunk
Live my life as a hustla,high till I die
Meetin bitches,gettin riches,miss me when lie
Picture me living out my life as a busta
I ratha pop out a shot out my glock,and blast muthafuckas
I live that thug life baby Im hopeless,chokin off indo
Tryin to keep my focus
Dont let that bullshit worry me,fuck the fame,im true to the game
Till they bury me
God gave me game so Im hustlin,pour out some liqour for my niggas
2pac is still strugglin
My niggga breed new the time,wether its ryhme or crime,nigga,i gotta get mine
{chorus}x6
? ? ?
Now let me rushing threw your mind,im balla is what I keep gettin
Everytime I pick up the mic and start spittin
The sidewalk of new york will start bumpin
Jumpin around,with the muthafuckin pound
And Im down to the fullest,and breakin niggas ass off proper
Did you right,thats right,cause I got you in my pocket again
The new jacks,the new jacks,use to be my niggas when I ran way back when
I boasted,and roasted,and coasted to the clinical cause ill do it again.
Like percision,cut the two lines in the division.
Plus,what I add loose as flutes. its gaming foe sale like prostitutes.
I never had love for hoes,to put it blunt.
They want me in the back,but bitch Im in the front.
Dont front,and really I dont need a reply.
Pull yourself together as you pass me bye.
Im on a whole nother level,them hoes is left
I told you befoe,keep ya pussy to yourself
Goodbye,some many niggas lied to have
Funny what a muthafucka do for math
I got rats caught up in my everday actions,point
Equal to your realist satisfaction
Buckin anybody that forbid mine
When will they reelize,im set out to gwt mine
{chorus}x6
Eternally thug nigga hilfigure made by tommy
So when I speak hope to reach my ? mommy
Oh come to poppy
I love it when you sweat ? ? ? more peeps
Until I come to wake no one can stop me
My bump and grind
Coming through ya everytime
Come get a blast of this thu passion
Itll blow your mind
Hey throw up your ? ?
Your shit around my back
Its a westside bang fucking hoes around the map
? get down with tupac while Im ? out ?
While they suduce my jimmy ill
Be screaming give me body
Make then hoes scream my name out
Give me my ? and dont cha ? ?
Thug nigga ? ? ?
Im at the freaking parade
Im watching caramel bitches play
Get with real niggas bullshitting never get your pay
This is the dream of a black
tenn? ? hoes cross-country like a greedy crack fiend
Now come on (Less)
Eazy E ft 2pac and The Game- This Is How We Do (With Lyrics) LYRICS Aww Yea lets take a trip just sit back and light a spliff with this and dont slip on a (More) LYRICS Aww Yea lets take a trip just sit back and light a spliff with this and dont slip on a funky dope track jump back strapped with the fat buddha sac and a '78 lac oh clean gangsta lean i got green bud i serve dubs like it aint no thang i hang with OG playas dont set trip or you might get what we call a rat pack i dont slack when it come to streets i get real g funk to a gangsta beat its so sweet when you got money to spend i got a proper big tilt 'n' a fly big benz i make ends spend my dough oh no fo thats how it is and thats how it go act like you know when i creep real slow givin love to the playas that i know is real ever since a nigga was a seed Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary still ballin Ridin on these niggaz cause they lame In a '61 Chevy still heavy in this game can you feel me Blame it on my momma Im a thug nigga Up befo the sun rise quicker than the drug dealers Tell me if it's on nigga then we first to bomb Bust on these bitch-made niggaz hit em up WESTSIDE!!! Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga Finger on the trigger Lord forgive me if I smoke niggaz I love my females strapped then fuck em from the back I get my currency in stacks Californias where I'm at ridin' Passed by while these niggaz wonder why I got shot but didnt die let em see whos next to try Did I cry hell nah nigga tear shed for all my homies in the pen many peers dead Niggaz still ballin This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love Now everybody wanna see us dead Two murdered on the front page shot to death bullets to the head Niggaz holla out my name and its similar to way Mothafuckas know Im comin so they runnin to they graves watch Swoop down with my nigga from the Pound {Eazy}dont give a fuck were you coward niggaz now blast Keep pumpin ain't worried bout nuttin Busters thought we was frontin so reload and keep dumpin dump on fools with a quickness and they got no cure for this sickness i get payed for the way that i kick this like a G'sta an OG'sta{a Whos Dat?} a real playa named Eazy and i live my life straight crazy dont need no punk-fools payin me and broke groupies and hoochies dont faze me i take two steps back and release myself to put platinum and gold on my record shelf i dont brag but i tellem like it straight up iz befo you do a record partna handle ya bizness and dont get caught slippin on the under or you might wonda whats up on them ends G i call a spade a spade and get payed G showed the way so i give love to em I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry 64 White walls so clean looks like Im ridin on vogues Hit one switch mayne that ass so low Cali got niggas in New York ridin on hundred spokes Touch me tease me kiss me please me I give it to ya just how you like it girl Your now rockin with the best fo' pound on my hip Gold chain on my chest (Ah!) 50 uh Bentley uh Em came n gotta nigga fresh out the slum Automatic gun fuck em one-on-one We wrap up ya punk ass stunt ya done Homie its Game time ready? Here I come Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker crunk It took two, months But Fifty got it done Signed with G-unit Had niggas like "huh?" Dont try to front I'll leave yo ass slumped Thinkin Im a punk Get your fucking head lumped Fifty got a gun Ready here he come Gotta sick ven-detta To get this che-dda wit my Ba-Retta The dra-ma-setta Sip Am-a-retta My flow sounds betta Than average On tracks Im a savage I damage Any nigga tryin to front on my clique (G-Unit!) (Less)
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