Gotta Get Mine-MC Breed

{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 [Mc breed] Smooth as a wanna be, for quickly you a gonna be {o that＇s the way it is} F**k 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 a** 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 ni**a, COME UP Another punk, RUN UP And have to get his, GUN UP Cause um I ain't 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 {chorus}x6 [2Pac] I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind Finga on the trigga, ni**a, 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 b**ches, 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 muthaf**kas I live that thug life baby I＇m hopeless, chokin off indo Tryin to keep my focus Don＇t let that b******t worry me, f**k 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 niggas 2pac is still strugglin My niggga breed new the time, wether it＇s ryhme or crime, ni**a, I gotta get mine {chorus}x6 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 muthaf**kin pound And I＇m down to the fullest, and breakin niggas a** 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 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 b**ch 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 p**sy to yourself Goodbye, some many niggas lied to have Funny what a muthaf**ka 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 {chorus}x6 Eternally thug ni**a 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 sh*t around my back It＇s a westside bang f**king 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 ni**a? I＇m at the freaking parade I＇m watching caramel b**ches 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