Gotta Get Mine (feat. 2Pac)

Bop-bop, motherfucker!
Right at yo' motherfuckin' ass
This shit too strong for a motherfuckin' vest
So watch your chest and your dorm
Leave Breed the fuck alone
We sendin' niggas to the fuckin' cemetery

I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)
You gotta get yours (you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)
You gotta get yours (you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)
You gotta get yours (you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)
You gotta get yours (get yours) (you gotta get yours)

I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)
You gotta get yours (you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)
You gotta get yours (you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)
You gotta get yours (you gotta get yours)
Yo Breed (get yours)

Ayo, I'm smooth as I wanna be, step to me (uh), you's a gonna, G
Oh, that's the way it is?
Hell yeah! And that's the way it's gonna be (why?)
Puffin' up on tha dank and drinkin' mad brew (uh)
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 brotha come up
Another punk run up, who'd have to get his gun up

But no, I ain't takin' no shorts 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 nothin' like Mike
'Cause even Mike was like it's an itsy bitsy what? (Triflin'), uh
And when you in the spotlight, you get um jocked, right?
But your knot's not tight (huh!)
Buckin' anybody tryna take mine (that right)
When will they realize (say what?) I'm straight out to get mine?

I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)
You gotta get yours (you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)
You gotta get yours (you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)
You gotta get yours (you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)
You gotta get yours (get yours) (you gotta get yours)

I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)
You gotta get yours (you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)
You gotta get yours (you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)
You gotta get yours (you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine, ayo, Pac (get yours)

I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind (uh, that's rirght)
Finger on the trigger, hand on my .9
Smokin' blunts of skunk, put holes in punks
And only underground funk pumpin' outta my trunk
Live the life of a hustler, high 'til I die
Givin' them vapors, makin' papers, miss me wit' lies!
Picture me livin' out my life as a busta (nah)
I'd rather pop out a shot from my Glock, and blast all these suckers

I live the Thug Life, baby, I'm hopeless
Chokin' off indo, tryin' to keep my focus (tryin' to keep my-)
Don't let that punk out worry me
Keep 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 homies, 2Pac is still strugglin'
My homie Breed knew the time (yeah!)
Whether it's rhyme or crime, sucker, I gotta get mine

I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)
You gotta get yours (you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)
You gotta get yours (get yours) (you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)
You gotta get yours (you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)
You gotta get yours (get yours) (you gotta get yours)

I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)
You gotta get yours (you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)
You gotta get yours (get yours) (you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)
You gotta get yours (you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine (Breed) (I gotta get mine) (get yours)

Can you measure the amount of applause I keep gettin'? (Uh, gettin')
Every time I pick up a mic and start spittin' (spittin')
The sidewalks of New York will start bumpin' (bumpin')
Jumpin' around, wit' my homies in the pound
And I'm down to the fullest (uh)
And see we break that 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
I boasted, and roasted, and coasted to the pinnacle
Because of what I do wit' a pen
It's vernacular precision
Connect the two lines and the division (that's right)
Plus, when I add lutes and flutes (uh)
It's guaranteed to sell like prostitutes (uh)
I never had a love for hoes, to put it blunt
They want me in the back (trick), trick, I'm in the front!

Don't front, and really, I don't need a reply (no)
Pull yourself together as you pass me by
I'm on a whole another level, them hoes is left
I told you befo', well, can keep it to yourself, goodbye
So many niggas lied to have
Funny what a young brotha do for math
I got fractions caught up in my everyday actions
Point equal to your real satisfaction
Buckin' anybody tryna take mine (say what?)
When will they realize I gotta get mine?

I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)
You gotta get yours (you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)
You gotta get yours (get yours) (you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)
You gotta get yours (you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)
You gotta get yours (get yours) (you gotta get yours)

I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)
You gotta get yours (you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)
You gotta get yours (get yours) (you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)
You gotta get yours (you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)
You gotta get yours (get yours) (you gotta get yours)

I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)
You gotta get yours (you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)
You gotta get yours (get yours) (you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)
You gotta get yours (you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)
You gotta get yours (get yours) (you gotta get yours)

I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)
You gotta get yours (you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)