2 Pac - I'm Getting Money Lyrics
Get money niggaDedicate this one to all the hustlasThat get up every morning and put there work inI see you boyIm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block.Little bad motha*****a with a pocket full of rocks.And Im totin these thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked.And niggas laugh, til tha first motha*****a got blasted.I put the nigga in his casket,Now they coverin the bastard in plastic.I smoke blunts on a regular ***** when it counts.Im tryin to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce.And get ghost on the five-o, ***** them hos.Got a 45 screamin of survival.Hey nigga can I lay low, cook some yay-yo.Hollar five-o when I say so.Dont want to go to the pen, Im hittin fences.Narcs on a niggas back, missin me by inches.And they say how do you survive weighin 155In a city where the little niggas die?Tell mama dont cry.Cuz even if they kill meThey can never take the life of a real gIm getting moneyStill on parole and Im the first nigga servinPour some liquor on the curb for my niggas that deserve it.But if I want to make a million, gotta stay dealin.Its kinda boomin I think today Ill make a killin.Dressin down like a dirty, but only on the block.Its a clever disguise to keep me runnin from the cops.Ha, Im gettin high. I think Ill die if I dont get no ends.Im in a bucket with em ridin it like its a benz.I hate to stip let my music bump,Drinkin liquor, and Im lookin for a ***** to *****.Rather die makin money than live poor and legalAs I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo.A need money in a major way.Time to ***** my girl, shes getten paidI live a thuglife and let the money come to meCuz they can never take the game from a young gDamned if I dont, and damned if a nigga do.Now watch a young motha*****a pull a trigga just to raise up!But dont let them see you cry, dry your eyesYoung nigga time to do or die.I pack a pistol in my pocket,Ready on my block.Aint no time for a nigga to even ***** shit.And now they see that motha*****a beat pain,At point blank range cause he slept on the game.Aint a damned thing changedShakin the dice, now roll em,If you cant stand pain better hold em.Cause aint no tellin what you might roll.You might fold catch aids from a slight cold.Better live your life to the fullest,Be quick to kill a fool, got a pistol motha*****a better pull it.And even when they kill me,They can never take the life of a young g.
