| Get money nigga
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| Yeah — aw yeah
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| Dedicate this one to all the hustlers
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| That get up every motherfuckin' mornin' and put they work in
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| I see you — I see you boy
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| I’m up before sunrise first to hit the block
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| Lil' bad motherfucker with a pocket full of rocks
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| Learned to throw them thangs, get my skinny lil' ass kicked
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| Niggas laughed, 'til the first motherfucker got blas-ted
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| I put the nigga in his casket
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| And now they coverin' the bastard in plastic
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| I smoke blunts on the regular fuck when it counts
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| Tryin' to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce
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| Gettin' ghost on the five-o, fuck them hoes
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| Got a forty-five screamin' out surviv-al
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| Hey nigga can I lay low, cook some ya-yo
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| Holla «five-o» when I say so
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| Don’t wanna go to the pen', I’m hittin' fences
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| NARC’s on a nigga back missin' me by inches
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| And they say how do you survive, weighin' one-fifty-five
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| In the city where the little niggas die
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| Tell mama don’t cry, cause even if they kill me
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| They can never take the life of a real G
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| I’m gettin' money (money)
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| I’m gettin' money (money)
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| I’m gettin' money (money)
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| I’m gettin' money (money)
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| Yeah, get paid nigga
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| I gotta get
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| Get paid bwooy (fuck the police)
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| Watch out for all this, nigga
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| Still on parole and I’m the first nigga servin'
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| Pour some liquor on the curb, for my homies that deserve it
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| If I wanna make a million, gotta stay dealin'
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| Kinda boomin' round the way, think today I make a killin'
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| Dressin' down like I’m dirty, but only on the block
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| Just a clever disguise, to keep me runnin' from the cops
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| I’m gettin' high, think I’ll die if I don’t get no ends
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| I’m in a bucket but I’m ridin' it like it’s a Benz
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| I hit the strip I let my music buck
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| Drinkin' liquor and I’m lookin' for a bitch to fuck
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| Rather die makin' money, than live poor and legal
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| As I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo
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| I need money in a major way
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| Time to fuck my girl, she gettin' paid today, ha hah ha
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| I live Thug Life and let the money come to me
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| Cause they can never take the game from a young G
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| I’m gettin' money (money)
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| I’m gettin' money (money)
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| I’m gettin' money (money)
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| I’m gettin' money (money)
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| Yeah nigga, get paid
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| Can’t fade me boy
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| To my niggas in Oaktown
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| Get money
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| That’s right y’all
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| That’s how we run the shit in '93 boy
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| Fuck them niggas
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| Damned if I don’t, and damned if a nigga do
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| Now watch a young motherfucker pull the trigger too
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| RAISE UP, and don’t let them see ya cry
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| Dry your eyes, young nigga time for do or die
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| I pack a pistol in my pocket, ready on my Glock
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| Ain’t no time for a nigga to even cock shit
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| I done seen a motherfucker peep pain
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| At point blank range cause he slept on the game
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| Ain’t a damn thing changed, they shakin' the dice
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| Now roll 'em if you can’t stand pain better hold 'em
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| Cause ain’t no tellin' what ya might roll
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| You might fold catch AIDS from a slight cold
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| You better live ya life to the fullest
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| Be quick to kill a bull got a pistol motherfucker better pull it
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| And even if they kill me
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| They can never take the life of a young G
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| I’m gettin' money (money)
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| I’m gettin' money (money)
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| I’m gettin' money (money)
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| I’m gettin' money (money)
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| Gettin' money (gettin' money)
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| Gettin' paid nigga (that's right), for my niggas in the hood
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| That’s right nigga, that’s right boy enough for love
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| Talk to hold that shit boy
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| Pass the shit
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| Gettin' paid (gettin' paid) |