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Gotta Get Mine [Remix]

M.C. Breed•Official Audio (YouTube API)

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Buck buck, muthafucka

Right at your muthafuckin' ass

This shit too strong for a muthafuckin' vest

So watch your chest and your dome

Leave Breed the fuck alone

We sendin' niggas to the fuckin' cemetery

I gotta get mine (gotta get mine)

You gotta get yours (better 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 (gotta get yours)

I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)

You gotta get yours (better get yours)

I gotta get mine (gotta get mine)

You gotta get yours (you better 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 you's a goner, 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

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

They hate to see a young brother (come up)

Another punk, (run up) and have to get his (gun up)

And um, I ain't takin no shots

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 nuttin like Mike

'cause even Michael's like been a itsy bitsy what (triflin')

And when you in the spotlight, you get um jocked right?

But your knot's not tight

Buckin' anybody trying to take mine

When will they realize? I gotta get mine

I gotta get mine (gotta get mine)

You gotta get yours (better 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 (gotta get yours)

I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)

You gotta get yours (better get yours)

I gotta get mine (gotta get mine)

You gotta get yours (you better get)

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 keep my mind on my money, money on my mind

Finger on the trigger, hand on my nine

Smokin' blunts and skunk, puttin' holes in punks

And only underground funk pumpin' outta my trunk

Live the life of a hustler, high 'till I die

Givin' them vapors, makin' papers, miss me with lies

Picture me livin' out my life as a busta

I'd rather pop off a shot from my Glock and blast all the suckas

I live the thug life, baby, I'm hopeless

Chokin' off indo, tryin' to keep my focus

Don't let the punk cowards 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 liqour for my homies, 2Pac is still strugglin'

My homie Breed knew the time

Whether it's rhyme or crime, sucka, I gotta get mine

I gotta get mine (gotta get mine)

You gotta get yours (you better 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 (gotta get yours)

I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)

You gotta get yours (better get yours)

I gotta get mine (gotta get mine)

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

Can you measure the amount of applause I keep gettin'?

Everytime I pick up a mic and start spittin'

The sidewalks of New York will start bumpin'

Jumpin' around, with my homies in the pound and I'm down to the fullest

See me break that ass off proper then 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 with a pen

It's vernacular precision connect the two lines and it's division

Plus, when I add lutes and flutes It's guaranteed to sell like prostitutes

I never had love for those who put it blunt

And want me in the back, trick, 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, those is left

I told you before, well you can keep it to yourself and divide

So many people lied to have

Funny what a young brother do for math

I got fractions caught up in my everyday actions point

Equal to your real satisfaction

Buckin' anybody tryin' to take mine

When will they realize, I gotta get mine

I gotta get mine (gotta get mine)

You gotta get yours (better 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 (gotta get yours)

I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)

You gotta get yours (better get yours)

I gotta get mine (gotta get mine)

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

You gotta get yours (better 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 (gotta get yours)

I gotta get mine (I gotta get mine)

You gotta get yours (better get yours)

I gotta get mine (gotta get mine)

You gotta get yours (you better get yours

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Gotta Get Mine [Remix]

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