2Pac - I'm Gettin' Money (Original Version) lyrics

Get money, nigga yeah - aw yeah
Dedicate this one to all the hustlers
That get up every motherfuckin' 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 motherfucker with a
Pocket full of rocks
Learned to throw them thangs
Get my skinny lil' ass kicked
Niggas laughed
'til the first motherfucker got blasted
I put the nigga in his casket
And now they coverin' the bastard in plastic
I smoke blunts on the regular
Fuck when it counts
Tryin' to make a million dollars
Out a quarter ounce
Gettin' ghost on the five-o, fuck them hoes
Got a 45 screamin' out "Survival"


Hey nigga, can I lay low, cook some yeyo?
Holla "five-o" when I say so
Don't wanna go to the pen'
I'm hittin' fences
NARC's on a nigga back missin' me by inches
And they say how do you survive
Weighin' one-fifty-five
In the city where the little niggas 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
("If you die, you's a busta
'cause real niggas don't die)
I'm gettin' money
("If you die, you's a busta
'cause real niggas don't die)
Yeah, I'm gettin' money
("If you die, you's a busta
'cause real niggas don't die)
I'm gettin' money
("If you die, you's a busta
'cause real niggas don't die)
(Watch out, rollers, nigga)

Still on parole and I'm
The first nigga 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
I 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
I'm gettin' high
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 bump
Drinkin' liquor and I'm lookin' for
A bitch to fuck 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 fuck my girl, she gettin' paid today
Ha ha 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
("If you die, you's a busta
'cause real niggas don't die)
I'm gettin' money
("If you die, you's a busta
'cause real niggas don't die)
I'm gettin' money
("If you die, you's a busta
'cause real niggas don't die)
I'm gettin' money
("If you die, you's a busta
'cause real niggas don't die)

Damned if I don't, and damned if a nigga do
Now watch a young motherfucker
Pull the trigger too
Raise up, and don't let them see ya cry
Dry your eyes, young nigga
Time for do or die
I pack a pistol in my pocket
Ready on my Glock
Ain't no time for a nigga to even cock shit
I done seen a motherfucker peep pain
At point blank range cause he
Slept on the game ain't a damn thing changed
You're 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, motherfucker, better pull it
And even if they kill me
They can never take the life of a young G

I'm gettin' money
("If you die, you's a busta
'cause real niggas don't die)
I'm gettin' money
("If you die, you's a busta
'cause real niggas don't die)
I'm gettin' money
("If you die, you's a busta
'cause real niggas don't die)
I'm gettin' money
("If you die, you's a busta
'cause real niggas don't die)