MC Breed, 2Pac - Gotta Get Mine lyrics

I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours
I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours
I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours
I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours
I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours
I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours
I gotta get mine get yours!

A yo, I'm smooth as I wanna be
Fuck wit' me, you's a gonna, G
Oh, that's the way it is?
Fuck yeah! And that's the way it's gonna be
Why?!
Puffin' up on tha dank and drinkin' mad brew
Takin' names and after that
I'm kickin' ass too
Breed! Time to flow, can I get a rhyme to go?
Hell yeah, Pac, and I'll sit back
Straight up design it slow (Uh)
They hate to see a young nigga cOME UP
Another punk run up


Who'd have to get his gUN UP 'Cause, uh
I ain't takin' no shorts like a Newport fort
Exploitin' the floor like Jordan explodin'
On the hoop court (Mm)
And I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be sumthin' like Mike
'Cause even Mike was like it's
An it'sy bit'sy what? Triflin'!
And when you in the spotlight
You get um jocked, right?
But your knot's not tight! (Huh)
Buckin' anybody who fuck wit' mine
When will they realize I'm straight
Out to get mine!?

You gotta get yours, I gotta get mine
You gotta get yours
I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours
I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours
I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours
I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours
I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours
I gotta get mine (A yo, Pac) get yours!

I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind
Finger on the trigger, nigga, hand on my 9!
Smokin' blunts of skunk
Makin' holes in punks
And only underground funk pumpin'
Outta my trunk
Live the life of a hustler, high 'til I die
Meetin' bitches, gettin' riches
Miss me wit' lies!
Picture me livin' out my life as a busta
I'd rather pop out a shot from my Glock
And blast muthafuckaz!
I live the 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 liquor for my niggas
2Pac is still strugglin'!
My nigga Breed knew the time (yeah)
Whether it's rhyme or crime, nigga
I 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
I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours
I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours
I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours
I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours
I gotta get mine get yours!

Now, tell me can you measure the amount of
Applause I keep gettin'?
Every time I pick up a mic and start spittin'
The sidewalks of New York will start bumpin'
Jumpin' around, wit' Tha muthafuckin' Pound
And I'm down to the fullest
And breakin' niggas ass 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 niggas
When I used to run it way back when
(Way back when) i boasted, and roasted
And coasted to the pinnacle
Because of what I do wit' a pen
(Do with a pen) it's vernacular precision
Connect the two lines and the division
Plus, when I add lutes and flutes
It's guaranteed to sell like prostitutes
I never had a 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 another level
Them hoes is left
I told you befo' keep ya pussy to yourself
Goodbye! So many niggas lied to have
Funny what a muthafucka'd do for math
I got fractions caught up
In my everyday actions
Point equal to your real satisfaction
Buckin' anybody who fuck wit' mine
When will they realize I'm straight
Out to get mine? Haha!

You gotta get yours, I gotta get mine
You gotta get yours
I gotta get mine! You gotta get yours!
I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours!
I gotta get mine, get yours