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Sho - I'ma Get Mine lyrics
f/ J Tiggy T, Willie D (Sho) This is for the humps who said I wouldn't make it Gimme my card or I'ma take it I done paid my dues and hung tough So called homies hard times and called they bluff Said they was down they turned out to be quitters Now they on a label with a yard in em Lookin for that exit door And I'm the type to tell a fool I told ya so In such a big rush to sign a contract Still ain't heard them wack ass lyrics on one track Livin like a slob Signed to a label and still holdin a day job Gotcha lookin like a fool But what did you expect from a label as broke as you? You better get you a lawyer bro I know ya sore, get some cold cream for that booty hole And get to the back a the line Of acts tryin to get signed, cause I'ma get mine (CHORUS)(Willie D) Who ya fight for? WIZE UP! Who ya cut for? WIZE UP! Who put the money in ya pocket? WIZE UP! Rollin in nothin but bucks Who ya fight for? WIZE UP! Who ya cut for? WIZE UP! Who put the money in ya pocket? WIZE UP! Gettin mine is a must (Sho) Everybody wanna know where Sho is Sho's down with Wize Up, so Sho's gonna get his They called me a fool for rollin with this rap thang Cause I made a change and got up out that dope game Everybody think I'm brand new Cause a brother don't do the same things that I used to do Like I ain't down with the hood But bein broke in the hood ain't doin nobody no good Plus the hood is fulla crumbsnatchers Everybody lookin bad so everybody lookin at you And I ain't carryin' no grown men on my shoulders You either get on my team or get rolled over I gotta do for me, I gotta do for me Cause when you broke where the hell yo friends be? Ya can't find em with a flashlight Get some change in ya pockets ya can't keep em outcha eyesight In '92 for my homies I carried the load And got rolled like some Daytons and Lows Now I'm stickin and movin, did my time Stood in line, and I'm gettin mine (CHORUS) (J Tiggy T) Well its the J tiggy T they call me namer Sew them punks up just like the claimers Some night board pimps stabbin the girlies with the weiner And if ya cross me up then yo I gotsta bang ya I gotta say whats up to the Crusher city slangas Calliope west bank down to Desire Homies gettin sessed out smokin that fire Gettin burnt up like Richard Pryor Lowin 9 up down 7 and Niece Whipser sensation and a big E-Z I done paid my dues so its my time I'mo get mine (CHORUS) Ashes to ashes dust to dust |
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