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letra de gotta get mine - mc breed feat. tupac

i gotta get mine, you gotta get yours
i gotta get mine, you gotta get yours
i gotta get mine, you gotta get yours x2
i gotta get mine
get yours

aiyyo i’m smooth as i wanna be, for p-ssy you’s a gonna, g
(oh, that’s the way it is?)
f-ck yeah and that’s the way it’s gonna be
(why), puffin up on tha dank and drinking mad brew
taking names and after that i’m kickin -ss too
breed, time to flow (can i get a rhyme to go)
h-ll yeah, pac, i’ll sit back, straight up design it slow
they hate to see a young n-gg-, (come up)
another punk, (run up) and have to get his, (gun up)
cause um i ain’t takin no shots
like a newport fort, exploitin the floor like jordan
explodin on the hoop court.
and i don’t wanna be, i-don’t-wanna-be nuttin like mike
cause even mike was like it’s a itsy bitsy wet triflin
and when you in the spotlight, you get um jocked right
but your knot’s not tight
buckin anybody who f-ck wit’ mine

when will they realize? i’m straight out to get mine

– 6x

i keep my mind on my money, money on my mind
finger on the trigger, n-gg-, hand on my nine
smokin blunts a skunk, makin holes in punks
and only underground funk pumpin outta my trunk
live the life of a hustler: high till i die;
meetin b-tches, gettin riches, miss me with lies
picture me living out my life as a busta
i’d rather pop out a shot from my glock, and blast motherf-ckers
i live the thug life, baby, i’m hopeless
chokin off indo trying to keep my focus
don’t let that bullsh-t worry me
f-ck 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 n-gg-s, 2pac is still strugglin!

my n-gg- breed knew the time
whether it’s rhyme or crime, n-gg-, i gotta get mine

– 6x

now, tell me
can you measure the amount of applause i keep gettin?
everytime i pick up a mic and start spittin
the sidewalks of new york will start b-mpin
jumpin around, with the motherf-ckin pound
and i’m down to the fullest, and breakin n-gg-s -ss 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 n-gg-s, 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
it’s vernacular precision
connect the two lines and it’s division
plus, when i add lutes and flutes
it’s guaranteed to sell like prost-tutes
i never had love for hoes who put it blunt
and want me in the back, but, b-tch, i’m in the front!
don’t front, and really i don’t need a reply
pull yourself together as you p-ss me by
i’m on a whole another level, them hoes is left
i told you before, keep ya p-ssy to yourself
goodbye, some many n-gg-s lied to have

funny what a motherf-cker do for math
i got fractions caught up in my everday actions
point equal to your real satisfaction
buckin anybody who f-ck wit’ mine
when will they realize, i’m straight out to get mine haha
– 6x

- mc breed feat tupac

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