2Pac – I’m Gettin Money

Multi-Talented and tremendous rapper and songwriter, Tupac Shakur comes out with another impressive tune titled “I’m Gettin Money”.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 09 on his top charting album project called “R U Still Down? (Remember Me)” was officially released on 25 November 1997.

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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 blas-ted

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 forty-five screamin’ out surviv-al

Hey nigga can I lay low, cook some ya-yo

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 (money)

I’m gettin’ money (money)

I’m gettin’ money (money)

I’m gettin’ money (money)

Yeah, get paid nigga

I gotta get []

Get paid bwooy (fuck the police)

Watch out of all this, 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, 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 buck

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 hah 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 (money)

I’m gettin’ money (money)

I’m gettin’ money (money)

I’m gettin’ money (money)

Yeah nigga, get paid

Can’t fade me boy (some of my niggas in hometown)

[?] y’all

That’s how we run the shit in ’93 boy

Fuck them niggas [?]

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, they 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 (money)

I’m gettin’ money (money)

I’m gettin’ money (money)

I’m gettin’ money (money)

Gettin’ money (gettin’ money)

Gettin’ paid nigga (that’s right), for my niggas in the hood

That’s right nigga, that’s right boy enough for love

Talk to hold that shit boy [?]

Pass the shit

Gettin’ paid (gettin’ paid)