[Chorus]
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

Smooth as a wanna be,for quickly you a gonna be
(oh that's the way it is)
Fuck yea and that's the way its gonna be
Why,puffin on a dank and drinking mad brew
Taking names and after that I'm kickin' ass too.
Breed,kinda of tha (can I get a rhyme 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 don't wanna be,wanna be, nothin' 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 life's not tight.
Buckin' anybody forbed mine
When will they realize,
I'm set out to get mine

[Chorus: x6]

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 I'm hopeless, chokin' off indo
Tryin' to keep my focus
Don't let that bullshit worry me,
Fuck the fame, I'm true to the game
Till they bury me
God gave me game so I'm hustlin',
Pour out some liquor for my niggas
2pac is still strugglin'
My niggga breed new the time,
Whether its rhyme or crime,
Nigga, I gotta get mine

[Chorus: x6]

?
Now let me rushing threw your mind,
I'm balla is what I keep gettin'
Every time I pick up the mic and start spittin'
The sidewalk of new york will start bumpin'
Jumpin' around,with the muthafuckin pound
And I'm down to the fullest,and breakin' niggas ass 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 niggas when I ran way back when
I boasted,and roasted, and coasted to the clinical cause ill do it again.
Like precision, 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 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 before, 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 everyday actions,point
Equal to your realist satisfaction
Buckin' anybody that forbid mine
When will they realize,
I'm set out to got 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 every time
Come get a blast of this through passion
It'll blow your mind
Hey throw up your ?
Your shit around my back
It's a west side bang fucking hoes around the map
? get down with Tupac while I'm ? out ?
While they seduce my jimmy I'll
Be screaming give me body
Make then hoes scream my name out
Give me my ? and don't cha ?
Thug nigga ?
I'm at the freaking parade
I'm 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

Writer : COLIN FITZROY WOLFE, WARREN GRIFFIN, ERIC BREED
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group