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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 that's the way it is}
$#&@ yea and that's the way it's gonna be
Why, puffin on a dank and drinking mad brew

Taking names and after that I'm kickin $$# too.
Breed, kinda of tha{can I get a ryhme to go}
Hey yo pac I'll set back and design it slow.

They hate to see a young ^!$$%, 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 don't wanna be, wanna be, nuttin like mike

Cause even mike don't 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, I'm set out to get mine


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[2Pac]


I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind
Finga on the trigga, ^!$$%, 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 (*##$es, gettin riches, miss me when lie
Picture me living out my life as a busta
I ratha pop out a shot out my glock, and blast mutha$#&@as

I live that thug life baby I'm hopeless, chokin off indo
Tryin to keep my focus
Don't let that bull%#@! worry me, $#&@ the fame, I'm true to the game

Till they bury me
God gave me game so I'm hustlin, pour out some liqour for my ^!$$%s
2pac is still strugglin

My niggga breed new the time, wether it's ryhme or crime, ^!$$%, I gotta get mine

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Now let me rushing threw your mind, I'm 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 mutha$#&@in pound
And I'm down to the fullest, and breakin ^!$$%s $$# off proper

Did you right, that's right, cause I got you in my pocket again
The new jacks, the new jacks, use to be my ^!$$%s when I ran way back when
I boasted, and roasted, and coasted to the clinical cause I'll do it again.

Like percision, cut the two lines in the division.
Plus, what I add loose as flutes. it's gaming foe sale like prostitutes.
I never had love for hoes, to put it blunt.

They want me in the back, but (*##$ I'm in the front.
Don't front, and really I don't need a reply.
Pull yourself together as you pass me bye.

I'm on a whole nother level, them hoes is left
I told you befoe, keep ya #~!!@ to yourself
Goodbye, some many ^!$$%s lied to have

Funny what a mutha$#&@a 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, I'm set out to gwt mine


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Eternally thug ^!$$% 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
It'll blow your mind
Hey throw up your?
Your %#@! around my back

It's a westside bang $#&@ing hoes around the map
Get down with Tupac while I'm? out?
While they suduce my jimmy I'll
Be screaming give me body
Make then hoes scream my name out

Give me my? and don't cha?
Thug ^!$$%?
I'm at the freaking parade
I'm watching caramel (*##$es play
Get with real ^!$$%s bull%#@!ting never get your pay

This is the dream of a black tenn
Hoes cross-country like a greedy crack fiend
Now come on