Lyrics: I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block Little bad mothafucka with a pocket full of rocks Learn to tote them thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked Niggas laugh, til' tha first mothafucka got blasted I put the nigga in his casket Now they coverin' the bastard in plastic I smoke blunts on a regular, fuck when it counts I'm tryin' to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce Gettin' ghost on the five-o, fuck them hoes Got a 45 screamin' about survival Hey nigga can I lay low, cook some yay-yo Hollar 5-0 when I say so Don't want to go to the pen, I'm hittin' fences Narcs on a nigga's back, missin' me by inches And they say how do you survive weighin' 155 In a city where the skinny niggas die? Tell Mama don't cry Cause even if they kill me They can never take the life from a real G I'm getting money I'm getting money I'm getting money Still on parole and I'm the first nigga servin' Pour some liquor on the curb for my homies that deserve it But if I want to make a million, gotta stay dealin' Kinda moving 'round away, I think today I'll make a killin' Dressin' down like I'm dirty, but only on the block It's a clever disguise to keep me runnin' from the cops I'm gettin' high. I think I'll die if I don't get no ends I'm in a bucket but I'm ridin' it like it's a Benz I hate the strip, but let my music bump Drinkin' liquor, and I'm lookin' for a bitch to fuck Rather die makin' money than live poor and legal As I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo I need money in a major way Time to fuck my girl, she gettin' paid the day I live the thug life, but let the money come to me 'Cause they can never take the game from a young G I'm getting money I'm getting money I'm getting money I'm getting money I'm getting money Damned if I don't, and damned if a nigga do Now watch a young mothafucka pull a trigga to RAISE UP! And don't let them see you cry, dry your eyes Young nigga time to do or die I pack a pistol in my pocket Ready, on my block Ain't no time for a nigga to even cock shit I've done seen a mothafucka beat pain At point blank range cause he slept on the game Ain't a damned thing changed You shakin' the dice, now roll 'em If you can't stand pain better hold 'em Cause ain't no tellin' what you might roll You might fold, catch AIDS from a slight cold You better live your life to the fullest Be quick to kill a bull, got a pistol mothafucka better pull it And even if they kill me They can never take the life from a young G I'm getting money I'm getting money I'm getting money I'm getting money Get paid, get paid, get money
