I'm Gettin Money-2Pac

Get money, ni**a, yeah, aw yeah Dedicate this one to all the hustlers That get up every motherf**kin' mornin' An' put they work in, I see you, I see you, boy,I'm up before sunrise, first to hit the block Lil' bad motherf**ker with a pocket full of rocks Learned to throw them thangs, get my skinny lil' a** kicked Niggaz laughed 'til the first motherf**ker got blasted,I put the ni**a in his casket An' now they coverin' the bastard in plastic I smoke blunts on the regular, f**k when it counts Tryin' to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce,Gettin' ghost on the five O, f**k them hoes Got a 45 screamin' out survival Hey ni**a, can I lay low? Cook some yayo An' holla five O when I say so,Don't wanna go to the pen, I'm hittin' fences NARC's on a ni**a back, missin' me by inches An' they say, How do you survive weighin' 155 In the city where the little niggaz 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 I'm gettin money I'm gettin money I'm gettin money,Still on parole an' I'm the first ni**a servin' Pour some liquor on the curb for my homies that deserve 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 an' I'm lookin' for a b**ch to f**k Rather die makin' money, than live poor an' legal As I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo,I need money in a major way Time to f**k my girl, she gettin' paid today I live 'Thug Life' an' let the money come to me 'Cause they can never take the game from a young G,I'm gettin money I'm gettin money I'm gettin money I'm gettin money,Damned if I don't an' damned if a ni**a do Now watch a young motherf**ker pull the trigger too Raise up an' don't let them see ya cry Dry your eyes, young ni**a, time to do or die,I pack a pistol in my pocket, ready on my glock Ain't no time for a ni**a to even cock sh*t I done seen a motherf**ker 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, motherf**ker, better pull it An' even if they kill me They can never take the life of a young G,I'm gettin money I'm gettin money I'm gettin money I'm gettin money I'm gettin money