50 Cent - Gotta Get Mine lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
[50 Cent - Gotta Get Mine lyrics]
If I can't eat man if I can't shine
It's just a matter of time
Before I back out runnin' round wit my nine
(It's fucked up) 'Cause I GOTTA GET MINE
You know how drought feel
Fiends around niggas ain't got work
Stains from my work
Grape drink on my t-shirt
Blowin' whites back and forth
Beef boy was on the block
Niggas watchin' bootleg flicks in
The barber shop tony he was up in it
Talkin 'bout dis and dat
Sayin' niggas owe him money they gon'
Pay him or get clapped
Man when it come to the bread
Niggas know what I'm about
Nigga owe me 7 grams I'm
Tryna air his ass out
Call the connect four times this
Nigga ain't callin' back
All of sudden he's pumpin' now
That niggas ain't got crack
Banks in the projects fuckin' with
Bitches that fuck bitches
Tryna get by her to give her
Sumthin' in her momma kitchen
This rap shit just came to me son
It's like I be havin' visions
After being shot the fuck up
I make better decisions
I sat back taught my soldiers how to re-act
El took my trey pound and blew
Blacks heart out his back
The beef don't mean nuttin' to me
Son I'm always in drama
Shit I say in my rap is real
I put that on my momma
Say a prayer before I sleep
Lord bless me with sum cake
And if I die before I wake I
Pray the Lord my soul he take
If I can't eat man if I can't shine
It's just a matter of time
Before I back out runnin' round wit my nine
(It's fucked up) 'Cause I GOTTA GET MINE
It's just a matter of time
Before I back out runnin' round wit my nine
(It's fucked up) 'Cause I GOTTA GET MINE
You know how drought feel
Fiends around niggas ain't got work
Stains from my work
Grape drink on my t-shirt
Blowin' whites back and forth
Beef boy was on the block
Niggas watchin' bootleg flicks in
The barber shop tony he was up in it
Talkin 'bout dis and dat
Sayin' niggas owe him money they gon'
Pay him or get clapped
Man when it come to the bread
Niggas know what I'm about
Nigga owe me 7 grams I'm
Tryna air his ass out
Call the connect four times this
Nigga ain't callin' back
All of sudden he's pumpin' now
That niggas ain't got crack
Banks in the projects fuckin' with
Bitches that fuck bitches
Tryna get by her to give her
Sumthin' in her momma kitchen
This rap shit just came to me son
It's like I be havin' visions
After being shot the fuck up
I make better decisions
I sat back taught my soldiers how to re-act
El took my trey pound and blew
Blacks heart out his back
The beef don't mean nuttin' to me
Son I'm always in drama
Shit I say in my rap is real
I put that on my momma
Say a prayer before I sleep
Lord bless me with sum cake
And if I die before I wake I
Pray the Lord my soul he take
If I can't eat man if I can't shine
It's just a matter of time
Before I back out runnin' round wit my nine
(It's fucked up) 'Cause I GOTTA GET MINE