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    "Gotta Get Mine" Lyrics

    Eminem feat. MC Breed and 2Pac

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    I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours
    I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours
    I gotta get mine,you gotta get yours
    Get yours

    Smooth as a wanna be,for quickly you a gonna be
    (oh that's the way it is)
    Fuck yea and that's the way its gonna be
    Why,puffin on a dank and drinking mad brew
    Taking names and after that I'm kickin' ass too.
    Breed,kinda of tha (can I get a rhyme to go)
    Hey yo Pac ill set back and design it slow.
    They hate to see a young nigga, come up
    Another punk, run up
    And have to get his, gun up
    Cause um I aint takin no shorts, like a newport,
    Explortin' the fully joint and
    Explodin' on the whole court.
    And I don't wanna be,wanna be, nothin' like mike
    Cause even mike don't miss every itty bitty triflin
    And when you in the spotlight,you get um jocked right
    But your life's not tight.
    Buckin' anybody forbed mine
    When will they realize,
    I'm set out to get mine

    [Chorus: x6]

    I keep my mind on my money,money on my mind
    Finga' on the trigga, nigga, hand on my nine
    Smokin' blunts a skunk, makin' hoes of punks
    And only underground funk bumpin' outta my trunk
    Live my life as a hustla, high till I die
    Meetin' bitches, gettin' riches, miss me when lie
    Picture me living out my life as a busta
    I ratha' pop out a shot out my glock, and blast muthafuckas
    I live that 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
    Till they bury me
    God gave me game so I'm hustlin',
    Pour out some liquor for my niggas
    2pac is still strugglin'
    My niggga breed new the time,
    Whether its rhyme or crime,
    Nigga, I gotta get mine

    [Chorus: x6]

    Now let me rushing threw your mind,
    I'm balla is what I keep gettin'
    Every time I pick up the mic and start spittin'
    The sidewalk of new york will start bumpin'
    Jumpin' around,with the muthafuckin pound
    And I'm down to the fullest,and breakin' niggas ass off proper
    Did you right, that's right, cause I got you in my pocket again
    The new jacks, the new jacks, use to be my niggas when I ran way back when
    I boasted,and roasted, and coasted to the clinical cause ill do it again.
    Like precision, cut the two lines in the division.
    Plus,what I add loose as flutes. its gaming foe sale like prostitutes.
    I never had 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 bye.
    I'm on a whole 'nother level,them hoes is left
    I told you before, keep ya pussy to yourself
    Goodbye,some many niggas lied to have
    Funny what a muthafucka' do for math
    I got rats caught up in my everyday actions,point
    Equal to your realist satisfaction
    Buckin' anybody that forbid mine
    When will they realize,
    I'm set out to got mine

    [Chorus: x6]

    Eternally thug nigga Hilfigure made by Tommy
    So when I speak hope to reach my ? mommy
    Oh come to poppy
    I love it when you sweat ? more peeps
    Until I come to wake no one can stop me
    My bump and grind
    Coming through ya every time
    Come get a blast of this through passion
    It'll blow your mind
    Hey throw up your ?
    Your shit around my back
    It's a west side bang fucking hoes around the map
    ? get down with Tupac while I'm ? out ?
    While they seduce my jimmy I'll
    Be screaming give me body
    Make then hoes scream my name out
    Give me my ? and don't cha ?
    Thug nigga ?
    I'm at the freaking parade
    I'm watching caramel bitches play
    Get with real niggas bullshitting never get your pay
    This is the dream of a black tenn
    ? hoes cross-country like a greedy crack fiend
    Now come on
    This song was submitted on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Colin Fitzroy Wolfe, Eric Breed, Warren III Griffin.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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