Текст песни Tupac, 2Pac -  I`m Gettin Money   
                                        Tupac, 2Pac -  I`m Gettin Money слова песни 
                                    
                                    
                             
                            
                            
                                
     
 
                                                                     
Get money nigga. Yeah aw yeah.  
Dedicate this one to all the hustlers  
that get up every muthafuckin` morning  
and put they work down.  
I see you I see you boy.  
Verse 1  
I`m up before sunrise first to hit the block  
li`l bad muthafucka with a pocket full of rocks  
Learned to throw them thangs  
get my skinny li`l ass kicked  
Niggas laughed `til the first muthafucka got blasted  
I put the nigga in his casket  
and now they covering the basket with plastic  
I smoke blunts on the regular fuck peelin` caps  
tryin` to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce  
Gettin` chased by the five O fuck them hoes  
Gotta 45 screamin` out survival  
Hey nigga can I lay low  
cook some ya-yo and holla five O when I say so  
Don`t wanna go to the pen  
I`m hittin` fences  
cops on a nigga back missin` me by inches  
And they say how do you survive  
weighing 155 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  
Chorus  
I`m gettin` money (4x)  
Verse 2  
Still on parole and I`m the first nigga  
servin` postin` liquor on the curb  
for my homies that deserve it  
If I wanna make a million  
gotta stay ill and kinda cool around the way  
I think today I make a killing  
Dressed down like I`m dirty  
but only on the block just a clever disguise  
to keep ya runnin` from the cops  
Gettin` high I think I die if I don`t get no ends  
In a bucket but I`m ridin` it like it`s a Benz  
I hit the strip I let my music buck  
drinking liquor and I`m looking for a bitch to fuck  
Rather die making money than live poor and legal  
As I slang another ounce I wish it was a kilo  
I need money in a major way  
try to fuck my girl she gettin` paid today  
I live Thug Life and let the money come to me  
cause they can never take the game from a young G.  
Chorus  
Verse 3  
Damned if I don`t and damned if a nigga do  
now watch a young muthafucka pull a trigger too  
Craaze out and don`t let them see ya cry  
dry ya eyes young nigga time to 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 muthafucka peep pain  
at point blank range cause he slept on the game  
ain`t a damn thing changed  
They checking the time  
snap rolling if you can`t stand playin` betta hoe  
Cause ain`t no telling 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  
muthafucka better pull it  
And even if they kill me they can never take the life of a young G.  
Chorus `til end