Gotta Get Mine

[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 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! [Verse 1: MC Breed & 2Pac] A-yo, I'm smooth as I wanna be Fuck wit' 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 tha dank and drinkin' mad brew Takin' names and after that, I'm kickin' ass too Breed! Time to flow, can I get a rhyme to go? Hell yeah, Pac, and I'll sit back, straight up design it slow (Uh) They hate to see a young nigga.. COME UP Another punk.. RUN UP, who'd have to get his.. GUN UP 'Cause, uh, I ain't takin' no shorts like a Newport fort Exploitin' the floor like Jordan explodin' on the hoop court (Mm) And I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be sumthin' like Mike 'Cause even Mike was like it's an itsy bitsy what..? Triflin'! And when you in the.. spotlight, you get um.. jocked, right? But your knot's not.. tight! (Huh!) Buckin' anybody who fuck wit' mine When will they realize I'm straight out to get mine!? [Chorus] 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 gotta get yours I gotta get mine, (A-yo, Pac) Get yours! [Verse 2: 2Pac] I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind Finger on the trigger, nigga, hand on my .9! Smokin' blunts of skunk, makin' holes in punks And only underground funk pumpin' outta my trunk Live the life of a hustler, high 'til I die Meetin' bitches, gettin' riches, miss me wit' lies! Picture me livin' out my life as a busta I'd rather pop out a shot from my Glock and blast muthafuckaz! I live the 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 liquor for my niggas, 2Pac is still strugglin'! My nigga Breed knew the time (Yeah!) Whether it's rhyme or crime, nigga, I gotta get mine [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 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! [Verse 3: MC Breed] 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 will start bumpin' Jumpin' around wit' Tha muthafuckin' Pound And I'm down to the fullest, and breakin' niggas ass off proper Did I shock you? 'Cause I got you in my pocket again Them new jacks and you jacks who knew me and my niggas When I used to run it way back when (Way back when) I boasted and roasted, and coasted to the pinnacle Because of what I do wit' a pen (Do with a pen) It's vernacular precision Connect the two lines and the division Plus, when I add lutes and 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 a reply Pull yourself together as you pass me by I'm on a whole another level, them hoes is left I told you befo' — keep ya pussy to yourself Goodbye! So many niggas lied to have Funny what a muthafucka'd do for math I got fractions caught up in my everyday actions Point equal to your real satisfaction Buckin' anybody who fuck wit' mine When will they realize I'm straight out to get mine? Haha! [Chorus] 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 gotta get yours! I gotta get mine, you got to get yours! [Outro: MC Breed & 2Pac] Ah yea (Yea nigga) 19 nigga 3, you betta handle your business (Get yours!), ya know I'm sayin' Better get what's comin' to you Or you ain't never gon' find it (Yea), ya know I'm sayin', in this life (Get yours!) Uh (Yea nigga) (Get yours!) Yea Uh This is Thug Life, the new generation Feel Me Ha ha ha Fuckin' 'em up