Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gotta Get Mine, artist - MC Breed. Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |
| Get yours |
| Smooth as a wanna be, for quickly you a gonna be |
| (oh that’s the way it is) |
| Fuck yeah and thats the way it’s gonna be Why, puffin on a dank and drinking mad brew |
| Taking names and after that I’m kickin ass too |
| Breed, kinda of tha (can I get a ryhme to go) |
| Hey yo 'Pac I’ll set back and design it slow |
| They hate to see a young nigga, COME UP |
| Another punk, RUN UP and have to get his, GUN UP |
| Cause um I ain’t takin no shorts |
| like a Newport, explortin the fully joint and |
| explodin on the whole court |
| And I don’t wanna be, wanna be, nuttin like mike |
| cause even mike don’t miss every itty bitty triflin |
| and when you in the spotlight, you get um jocked right |
| but your life’s not tight |
| Buckin anybody forbid mine |
| When will they realize, I’m set out to get mine |
| I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind |
| Finger on the trigger, nigga, hand on my nine |
| Smokin blunts a skunk, makin hoes of punks |
| And only underground funk bumpin outta my trunk |
| Live my life as a hustler, high till I die |
| Meetin bitches, gettin riches, miss me when lie |
| Picture me living out my life as a busta |
| I’d rather pop out a shot out my glock, and blast motherfuckers |
| I live that 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 liqour for my niggaz 2Pac is still strugglin |
| My niggga Breed knew the time |
| Whether it’s ryhme or crime, nigga, I gotta get mine |
| Now let me rush in through your mind, I’m balla is what I keep gettin |
| Everytime I pick up the mic and start spittin |
| The sidewalks of New York will start bumpin |
| Jumpin around, with the motherfuckin pound |
| And I’m down to the fullest, and breakin niggaz ass off proper |
| Did you right, that’s right, cause I got you in my pocket again |
| The new jacks, the new jacks |
| Used to be my niggaz when I ran way back when |
| I boasted, and roasted, and coasted to the clinical |
| cause I’ll do it again like precision |
| Cut the two lines in the division |
| Plus, what I add loose as flutes |
| It’s gamin fo’sale like prostitutes |
| I never had 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 nother level, them hoes is left |
| I told you befo', keep ya pussy to yourself |
| Goodbye, some many niggaz lied to have |
| Funny what a motherfucker do for math |
| I got rats caught up in my everday actions |
| Point equal to your realest satisfaction |
| Buckin anybody that forbid mine |
| When will they realize, I’m set out to get mine |
| Eternally thug nigga Hilfiger made by Tommy |
| so when I speak hope to reach my? |
| mommy |
| oh come to poppy |
| I love it when you sweat? |
| ?? |
| more peeps |
| until I come to wake no one can stop me my bump and grind |
| coming through ya everytime |
| come get a blast of this thu passion |
| it’ll blow your mind |
| hey throw up your? |
| ? |
| your shit around my back |
| it’s a westside bang fucking hoes around the map |
| ? |
| get down with Tupac while I’m? |
| out? |
| while they seduce my jimmy I’ll |
| be screaming give me body |
| make then hoes scream my name out |
| give me my? |
| and don’t cha? |
| ? |
| thug nigga? |
| ?? |
| I’m at the freaking parade |
| I’m watching caramel bitches play |
| get with real niggaz bullshitting never get your pay |
| this is the dream of a black teen |
| ?? |
| hoes cross-country like a greedy crack fiend |
| now come on |