2Pac I’m Gettin Money Lyrics

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Get money *****, yeah aw yeah.
Dedicate this one to all the hustlers
That get up every **********in' morning
And put they work down.
I see you I see you boy.

I'm up before sunrise first to hit the block
Lil' bad **********a' with a pocket full of rocks
Learned to throw them thangs
Get my skinny lil' *** kicked
*****s laughed 'till the first **********a' got blasted
I put the ***** in his casket
And now they covering the basket with plastic
I smoke blunts on the regular **** peelin' caps
Tryin' to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce
Gettin' chased by the five O **** them hoes
Gotta 45 screamin' out survival
Hey ***** can I lay low
Cook some ya-yo and holla five O when I say so
Don't want to go to the pen

I'm hittin' fences
Cops on a ***** back missin' me by inches
And they say how do you survive
Weighing 155 in the city where the little *****s 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 and I'm the first *****
Servin' postin' liquor on the curb
For my homies that deserve it
If I want to make a million
Gotta stay ill and kinda cool around the way
I think today I make a killing
Dressed down like I'm dirty
But only on the block just a clever disguise
To keep ya runnin' from the cops
Gettin' high I think I die if I don't get no ends
In a bucket but I'm ridin' it like it's a Benz
I hit the strip I let my music buck
Drinking liquor and I'm looking for a ***** to ****
Rather die making money than live poor and legal
As I slang another ounce I wish it was a kilo
I need money in a major way
Try to **** my girl she gettin' paid today
I live thug life and 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 and damned if a ***** do
Now watch a young **********a' pull a trigger too
Craze out and don't let them see ya cry
Dry ya eyes young ***** time to Do or Die
I pack a pistol in my pocket
Ready on my Glock
Ain't no time for a ***** to even **** ****
I done seen a **********a' peep pain
At point blank range cause he slept on the game
Ain't a damn thing changed
They checking the time
Snap rolling if you can't stand playin' betta hoe
'Cause ain't no telling 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
**********a' better pull it
And 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

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