paroles de chanson I'm Gettin Money - 2Pac
Get
money,
nigga,
yeah,
aw
yeah
Dedicate
this
one
to
all
the
hustlers
That
get
up
every
motherfuckin'
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
motherfucker
with
a
pocket
full
of
rocks
Learned
to
throw
them
thangs,
get
my
skinny
lil'
ass
kicked
Niggaz
laughed
'til
the
first
motherfucker
got
blasted
I
put
the
nigga
in
his
casket
An'
now
they
coverin'
the
bastard
in
plastic
I
smoke
blunts
on
the
regular,
fuck
when
it
counts
Tryin'
to
make
a
million
dollars
out
a
quarter
ounce
Gettin'
ghost
on
the
five
O,
fuck
them
hoes
Got
a
45
screamin'
out
survival
Hey
nigga,
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
nigga
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
nigga
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
bitch
to
fuck
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
fuck
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
nigga
do
Now
watch
a
young
motherfucker
pull
the
trigger
too
Raise
up
an'
don't
let
them
see
ya
cry
Dry
your
eyes,
young
nigga,
time
to
do
or
die
I
pack
a
pistol
in
my
pocket,
ready
on
my
glock
Ain't
no
time
for
a
nigga
to
even
cock
shit
I
done
seen
a
motherfucker
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,
motherfucker,
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
1 I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto - Hip-Hop Version
2 When I Get Free II
3 Ready 4 Whatever
4 R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
5 Let Them Thangs Go
6 Nothin But Love
7 Nothing To Lose
8 Enemies With Me
9 I'm Gettin Money
10 Thug Style
11 Redemption
12 Hellrazor
13 Where Do We Go From Here (Interlude)
14 I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto
15 Lie To Kick It
16 Fuck All Y'All
17 Definition of a Thug Nigga
18 I'm Losin It
19 16 On Death Row
20 Black Starry Night (Interlude)
21 Only Fear Of Death
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