Gotta Get Mine

Uh, you gotta get yours, I gotta get mine

(Yeah, Breed and 2Pac)

You gotta get yours, I gotta get mine (In the house)

You gotta get yours, I gotta get mine

You gotta get yours, I gotta get mine

You gotta get yours, I gotta get mine

You gotta get yours, I gotta get mine

You gotta get yours, I gotta get mine

(Get yours)

Yeah, ay-yo, I'm smooth as I wanna be

Fuck with me, you's a goner, G

(Oh, that's the way it is)

Fuck yeah, and that's the way it's gonna be

Why, puffin' up on a dank and drinking mad brew

Taking names, and after that I'm kicking ass too

Breed, kind of a (Can I get a rhyme to go?)

Hell yeah, Pac

And I'll sit back, set up design it slow (Uh)

They hate to see a young ****, come up

Another punk, run up

He'll have to get his, gun up

'Cause, uh, I ain't takin' no shorts like a Newport

Foot exploring the floor like Jordan

Exploding on the whole court

And I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be nothin' like Mike

'Cause even Michaels, lie, bit an itty bitty what?

Trifling

And when you in the spotlight

You get, um, jocked, right?

But your knot's not tight, huh?

Buckin' anybody who fuck with mine

When will they realize, I'm straight out to get mine?

You gotta get yours, I gotta get mine

You gotta get yours, I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)

You gotta get yours, I gotta get mine (Breed and Pac in the house)

You gotta get yours, I gotta get mine (We got to get mine)

You gotta get yours, I gotta get mine

You gotta get yours, I gotta get mine

You gotta get yours, I gotta get mine

Yo, Pac, get yours

I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind

Finger on the trigger, ****, hand on my nine

Smokin' blunts of skunk

Making holes of punks

And only underground funk pumpin' outta my trunk

Live the life of a hustler, high till I die

Meetin' bitches, gettin' riches, miss me with lies

Picture me living out my life as a busta

I'd rather pop off a shot from my glock

And blast motherfuckers

I live the thug life, baby, I'm hopeless

Choking off indo, tryna keep my focus

Don't let that bullshit worry me

Fuck the fame, I'm true to the game, till they bury me

God gave me game, so I'm hustlin'

Pour out some liquor for my ****

2Pac is still strugglin'

My **** Breed knew the time (Yeah)

Whether it's rhyme or crime, ****

I gotta get mine

I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours (But they don't hear us though)

(I gotta get mine) I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine (Get yours)

Now, tell me, can you measure the amount of applause I keep gettin'

Every time I pick up a mic and start spittin'?

The sidewalks of New York'll start and start bumpin'

Jumpin' around with the motherfucking pound

And I'm down to the fullest

And break a ****'s ass off proper

Then I sock you 'cause I got you in my pocket again

Them new jacks, and you jacks

Who knew me and my **** when I used to run it way back when

I boasted and roasted, and coasted to the pinnacle

Because of what I do with a pen (Do with a pen)

Is vernacular precision

Connected two lines in the division

Plus, when I add elusive flutes

It's guaranteed to sell like prostitutes

I never had a 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 to reply

Pull yourself together as you pass me by

I'm on a whole 'nother level

Them hos is left

I told you before, keep your pussy to yourself

Goodbye, so many **** lied to have

Funny what a mothafucka do for math

I got fractions, 'caught up in my everyday actions

Point

Equal to your real satisfaction

Buckin' anybody who fuck with mine

When will they realize, I'm straight out to get mine?

I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours (You know what I'm sayin'?)

I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine, you got to get yours

Ah, yeah, ****

Nineteen-****-three, you better handle your business

(Get yours)

You better get what's comin' to you

Or you ain't never gon' find it (Yeah)

You know what I'm sayin'? (Get yours)

Uh (Yeah, ****)

(Get yours)

Yeah