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lirik lagu i’m getting money – 2pac

get money n-gg-
dedicate this one to all the hustlas
that get up every morning and put there work in

i see you boy

i’m up before the sunrise, first to hit the block.
little bad mothaf-cka with a pocket full of rocks.
and i’m totin’ these thangs, get my skinny little -ss kicked.
and n-gg-s laugh, til’ tha first mothaf-cka got blasted.
i put the n-gg- in his casket,
now they coverin’ the b-st-rd in plastic.
i smoke blunts on a regular f-ck when it counts.
i’m tryin’ to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce.
and get ghost on the five-o, f-ck them hos.
got a 45 screamin’ of survival.
hey n-gg- can i lay low, cook some yay-yo.
hollar “five-o” when i say so.
don’t want to go to the pen, i’m hittin’ fences.
narcs on a n-gg-‘s back, missin’ me by inches.
and they say how do you survive weighin’ 155
in a city where the little n-gg-s die?
tell mama don’t cry.
cuz even if they kill me
they can never take the life of a real g
i’m getting money

still on parole and i’m the first n-gg- servin’
pour some liquor on the curb for my n-gg-s that deserve it.
but if i want to make a million, gotta stay dealin’.
it’s kinda boomin’ i think today i’ll make a killin’.
dressin’ down like a dirty, but only on the block.
it’s a clever disguise to keep me runnin’ from the cops.
ha, i’m gettin’ high. i think i’ll die if i don’t get no ends.
i’m in a bucket with ’em ridin’ it like it’s a benz.
i hate to stip let my music b-mp,
drinkin’ liquor, and i’m lookin’ for a b-tch to f-ck.
rather die makin’ money than live poor and legal
as i slang another ounce, i wish it was a kilo.
a need money in a major way.
time to f-ck my girl, she’s getten’ paid
i live a thuglife and let the money come to me
cuz they can never take the game from a young g

d-mned if i don’t, and d-mned if a n-gg- do.
now watch a young mothaf-cka pull a trigga to, raise up!
but don’t let them see you cry, dry your eyes
young n-gg- time to do or die.
i pack a pistol in my pocket,
ready on my block.
ain’t no time for a n-gg- to even c-ck sh-t.
and now they see that mothaf-cka beat pain,
at point blank range cause he slept on the game.
ain’t a d-mned thing changed
shakin’ the dice, now roll ’em,
if you can’t stand pain better hold ’em.
cause ain’t 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 mothaf-cka better pull it.
and even when they kill me,
they can never take the life of a young g.

- 2pac

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