I'm Gettin Money

2Pac

专辑：Remixes Vol. 3

LYRICS

Get money, nigga, yeah, aw yeah

Dedicate this one to all the hustlers

That get up every mother****er' 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 mother****er with a pocket full of rocks

Learned to throw them thangs, get my skinny lil' ass kicked

Niggaz laughed 'til the first mother****er got blasted

I put the nigga in his casket

An' now they coverin' the bastard in plastic

I smoke blunts on the regular, **** when it counts

Tryin' to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce

Gettin' ghost on the five O, **** them hoes

Got a 45 screamin' out survival

Hey niggas, 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 nigga's back, missin' me by inches

An’ they say, How do you survive weighin’ 155

In the city where the little niggaz 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

Still on parole an' I'm the first nigga 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 bitch to ****

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 **** 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

Damned if I don't an' damned if a nigga do

Now watch a young mother****er pull the trigger too

Raise up an' don't let them see ya cry

Dry your 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 shit

I done seen a mother****er peep pain

At point blank range 'cause he slept on the game

Ain't a damn 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, mother****er, better pull it

An' even if they kill me

They can never take the life of a young G

I'm gettin money