2Pac - I'm Gettin Money Lyrics


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Get money *****
Yeah - aw yeah
Dedicate this one to all the hustlers
that get up every **********in mornin and put they work in
I see you - I see you boy

I'm up before sunrise first to hit the block
Lil' bad ************ with a pocket full of rocks
Learned to throw them thangs, get my skinny lil' *** kicked
*****z laughed, til the first ************ got blas-ted
I put the ***** in his casket
and now they covering the bastard in plastic
I smoke blunts on the regular **** when it counts
Tryin to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce
Gettin ghost on the five-oh, **** them hoes
Got a forty-five screamin out surviv-al
Hey ***** can I lay low, cook some ya-yo
and holla five-oj when I say so
Don't wanna go to the pen, I'm hittin fences
NARC's on a ***** back missin me by inches
And they say how do you survive, weighin one-fifty-five
in the city where the little *****z 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 and I'm the first ***** servin
Pour some liquor on the curb, for my homies that deserve it
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 and I'm lookin for a ***** to ****
Rather die makin money, than live poor and legal
as I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo
I need money in a major way
Time to **** my girl, she gettin paid today, ha hah ha
I live Thug Life and 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, and damned if a ***** do
Now watch a young ************ pull the trigger too
RAISE UP, and don't let them see ya cry
Dry your eyes, young ***** time for do or die
I pack a pistol in my pocket, ready on my Glock
Ain't no time for a ***** to even **** ****
I done seen a ************ 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 ************ better pull it
And 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



Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Redemption
  • 2 Open Fire
  • 3 R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
  • 4 Hellrazor
  • 5 Thug Style
  • 6 Where Do We Go From Here (interlude)
  • 7 I Wonder If Heaven Got a Ghetto
  • 8 Nothing to Lose
  • 9 I’m Gettin Money
  • 10 Lie to Kick It
  • 11 Fuck All Y’all
  • 12 Let Them Thangs Go
  • 13 Definition of a Thug Nigga
    CD 2
  • 1 Ready 4 Whatever
  • 2 When I Get Free
  • 3 Hold On Be Strong
  • 4 I’m Losin It
  • 5 Fake Ass Bitches
  • 6 Do for Love
  • 7 Enemies With Me
  • 8 Nothin but Love
  • 9 16 on Death Row
  • 10 I Wonder if Heaven Got a Ghetto (hip-hop version)
  • 11 When I Get Free II
  • 12 Black Starry Night (interlude)
  • 13 Only Fear of Death