Gotta Get Mine - MC Breed

Lyrics by：James Mtume

Composed by：Eric Breed

You gotta get yours

I gotta get mine you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine get yours

Ayo I'm smooth as I wanna be f**k

With me you's a gonna g

Oh that's the way it is

F**k yeah and that's the way it's gonna be

Why puffin up on tha dank and drinking mad brew

Taking names and after that I'm kickin a*s too

Breed time to flow can I get a rhyme to go

Hell yeah Pac I'll sit back straight up design it slow

They hate to see a young n***a come up

Another punk run up and have to get his gun up

'Cause 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 Mike was like it's a itsy bit triflin

And when you in the spotlight you get um jocked right

But your knot's not tight

Buckin anybody who f**k wit' mine

When will they realize I'm straight out to get mine

You gotta get yours

I gotta get mine you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine get yours

I keep my mind on my money money on my mind

Finger on the trigger n***a hand on my 9

Smokin' blunts a skunk making holes in punks

And only underground funk pumpin' outta my trunk

Live the life of a hustler high 'til I die

Meeting b***hes getting riches miss me with lies

Picture me living out my life as a busta

I'd rather pop out a shot from my Glock and blast mothaf**kas

I live the thug life baby I'm hopeless

Chokin' off indo tryin' to keep my focus

Don't let that bulls**t worry me

F**k 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 n***as 2Pac is still strugglin'

My n***a Breed knew the time

Whether it's rhyme or crime n***a I gotta get mine

I gotta get mine you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine get yours

Now tell me

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 the motherf**kin' pound

And I'm down to the fullest and breakin n***as a*s 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 n***as 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 hoes who put it blunt

And want me in the back but b***h 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 them hoes is left

I told you before keep ya p***y to yourself

Goodbye some many n***as lied to have

Funny what a motherf**ker do for math

I got fractions caught up in my everday actions

Point equal to your real satisfaction

Buckin anybody who f**k wit' mine

When will they realize I'm straight out to get mine haha

I gotta get mine you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine you gotta get yours

I gotta get mine you gotta get yours