2pac - I'm Getting Money lyrics

Get money n***a Dedicate this one to all the hustlas That get up every morning and put there work in I see you boy I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block. Little bad mothaf**a with a pocket full of rocks. And i'm totin' these thangs, get my skinny little a** kicked. And n***as laugh, til' tha first mothaf**a got blasted. I put the n***a in his casket, Now they coverin' the ba*tard in plastic. I smoke blunts on a regular f** when it counts. I'm tryin' to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce. And get ghost on the five-o, f** them hos. Got a 45 screamin' of survival. Hey n***a can i lay low, cook some yay-yo. Hollar "five-o" when i say so. Don't want to go to the pen, i'm hittin' fences. Narcs on a n***a's back, missin' me by inches. And they say how do you survive weighin' 155 In a city where the little n***as die? Tell mama don't cry. Cuz even if they k** me They can never take the life of a real g I'm getting money Still on parole and i'm the first n***a servin' Pour some liquor on the curb for my n***as that deserve it. But if i want to make a million, gotta stay dealin'. It's kinda boomin' i think today i'll make a k**in'. Dressin' down like a dirty, but only on the block. It's a clever disguise to keep me runnin' from the cops. Ha, i'm gettin' high. i think i'll die if i don't get no ends. I'm in a bucket with 'em ridin' it like it's a benz. I hate to stip let my music bump, Drinkin' liquor, and i'm lookin' for a b**h to f**. Rather die makin' money than live poor and legal As i slang another ounce, i wish it was a kilo. A need money in a major way. Time to f** my girl, she's getten' paid I live a thuglife and let the money come to me Cuz they can never take the game from a young g Damned if i don't, and damned if a n***a do. Now watch a young mothaf**a pull a trigga just to raise up! But don't let them see you cry, dry your eyes Young n***a time to do or die. I pack a pistol in my pocket, Ready on my block. Ain't no time for a n***a to even co*k sh**. And now they see that mothaf**a beat pain, At point blank range cause he slept on the game. Ain't a damned thing changed Shakin' the dice, now roll 'em, If you can't stand pain better hold 'em. Cause ain't no tellin' what you might roll. You might fold catch aids from a slight cold. Better live your life to the fullest, Be quick to k** a fool, got a pistol mothaf**a better pull it. And even when they k** me, They can never take the life of a young g.