Lyrics:

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!

A-yo, I'm smooth as I wanna be
Fuck wit' me, you's a goner, G
Oh, that's the way it is?
Fuck 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 (Uh)
They hate to see a young nigga.. COME UP
Another punk.. RUN UP, who'd have to get his.. GUN UP
'Cause, uh, I ain't takin' no shorts like a Newport fort
Exploitin' the floor like Jordan explodin' on the hoop court (Mm)
And I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be sumthin' like Mike
'Cause even Mike was like it's an itsy bitsy what..? Triflin'!
And when you in the.. spotlight, you get um.. jocked, right?
But your knot's not.. tight! (Huh!)
Buckin' anybody who fuck 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, (A-yo, Pac)
Get yours!

I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind
Finger on the trigger, nigga, hand on my .9!
Smokin' blunts of skunk, makin' holes in punks
And only underground funk pumpin' outta my trunk
Live the life of a hustler, high 'til I die
Meetin' bitches, gettin' riches, miss me wit' lies!
Picture me livin' out my life as a busta
I'd rather pop out a shot from my Glock and blast muthafuckaz!
I live the 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 'til they bury me
God gave me game, so I'm hustlin'
Pour out some liquor for my niggas, 2Pac is still strugglin'!
My nigga Breed knew the time (Yeah!)
Whether it's rhyme or crime, nigga, 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'?
Every time I pick up a mic and start spittin'
The sidewalks of New York will start bumpin'
Jumpin' around wit' Tha muthafuckin' Pound
And I'm down to the fullest, and breakin' niggas ass 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 niggas
When I used to run it way back when (Way back when)
I boasted and roasted, and coasted to the pinnacle
Because of what I do wit' a pen (Do with a pen)
It's vernacular precision
Connect the two lines and the division
Plus, when I add lutes and flutes
It's guaranteed to sell like prostitutes
I never had a 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 by
I'm on a whole another level, them hoes is left
I told you befo' — keep ya pussy to yourself
Goodbye! So many niggas lied to have
Funny what a muthafucka'd do for math
I got fractions caught up in my everyday actions
Point equal to your real satisfaction
Buckin' anybody who fuck wit' mine
When will they realize I'm straight out to get mine? Haha!

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 got to get yours!

Ah yea (Yea nigga)
19 nigga 3, you betta handle your business (Get yours!), ya know I'm sayin'
Better get what's comin' to you
Or you ain't never gon' find it (Yea), ya know I'm sayin', in this life (Get yours!)
Uh
(Yea nigga)
(Get yours!)
Yea
Uh
This is Thug Life, the new generation
Feel Me
Ha ha ha
Fuckin' 'em up