[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
(oh that`s the way it is)
Fuck yeah and thats the way it`s 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 ryhme to go)
Hey yo `Pac I`ll 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 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 life`s not tight
Buckin anybody forbid mine
When will they realize, I`m set out to get mine
[Chorus] - 6X
[2Pac]
I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind
Finger on the trigger, 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 hustler, high till I die
Meetin bitches, gettin riches, miss me when lie
Picture me living out my life as a busta
I`d rather pop out a shot out my glock, and blast motherfuckers
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 `til they bury me
God gave me game so I`m hustlin
Pour out some liqour for my niggaz 2Pac is still strugglin
My niggga Breed knew the time
Whether it`s ryhme or crime, nigga, I gotta get mine
[Chorus] - 6X
[MC Breed]
Now let me rush in through your mind, I`m balla is what I keep gettin
Everytime I pick up the mic and start spittin
The sidewalks of New York will start bumpin
Jumpin around, with the motherfuckin pound
And I`m down to the fullest, and breakin niggaz ass off proper
Did you right, that`s right, cause I got you in my pocket again
The new jacks, the new jacks
Used to be my niggaz when I ran way back when
I boasted, and roasted, and coasted to the clinical
cause I`ll do it again like precision
Cut the two lines in the division
Plus, what I add loose as flutes
It`s gamin fo` 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 by
I`m on a whole nother level, them hoes is left
I told you befo`, keep ya pussy to yourself
Goodbye, some many niggaz lied to have
Funny what a motherfucker do for math
I got rats caught up in my everday actions
Point equal to your realest satisfaction
Buckin anybody that forbid mine
When will they realize, I`m set out to get mine
[Chorus] - 6X
Eternally thug nigga Hilfiger 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 shit around my back
it`s a westside 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 niggaz bullshitting never get your pay
this is the dream of a black teen
? ? hoes cross-country like a greedy crack fiend
now come on
