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2PAC lyrics : "I'm Gettin Money"

Get money ^!$$%
Yeah - aw yeah
Dedicate this one to all the hustlers

that get up every mother$#&@in mornin and 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' $$# kicked

^!$$%z laughed, til the first mother$#&@er got blas-ted
I put the ^!$$% in his casket
and now they covering the !@$( 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-oh, $#&@ them hoes

Got a forty-five screamin out surviv-al
Hey ^!$$% can I lay low, cook some ya-yo
and holla five-oj when I say so

Don't wanna go to the pen, I'm hittin fences
NARC's on a ^!$$% back missin me by inches
And they say how do you survive, weighin one-fifty-five

in the city where the little ^!$$%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 [4x]


Still on parole and I'm the first ^!$$% servin
Pour some liquor on the curb, for my homies that deserve it
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 and I'm lookin for a (*##$ to $#&@
Rather die makin money, than live poor and 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, ha hah ha
I live Thug Life and let the money come to me

Cause they can never take the game from a young G

I'm gettin money [4X]


Damned if I don't, and damned if a ^!$$% do
Now watch a young mother$#&@er pull the trigger too

RAISE UP, and don't let them see ya cry
Dry your eyes, young ^!$$% time for do or die
I pack a pistol in my pocket, ready on my Glock

Ain't no time for a ^!$$% to even @@#! %#@!
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

And even if they kill me
They can never take the life of a young G


I'm gettin money [5X]

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