KLC - Got to Get Mine lyrics

[KLC] Say that there Yeah, this one's going out to all the players worldwide Tryin to have thangs there And I don't know about ya'll man but looky here And I'm tyring to have lil' something I ain't depending on nobody I'm going out there and gettin' it myself, ya dig? [Mo B. Dick] So many people are shyesty, you can't trust no one Back in the day we were fighting, today we're packing guns It's just like crabs in a barrel, a dog eat dog world Brothers be k**ing each other, because there gone on that furl I can't go out like a s**er by using excuses Cause I'm bout making some money, vacations and cruises That's why I got to get mine I got to get mine I got to get mine I got to get mine [Mo B. Dick] I want my piece of the pie, it's the american way That's why I'm constantly hustling cause I'm trying to get paid I like to ride in my Caddy like a down south hustler And I keep my hand on my (ugh) for all of you bustas Cause I do what I gotta do, to make a dollar In other words it's all about survival And only the strong can survive They cause the days the people got to struggle But ain't no way because I keep a hustle And it always stays on my mind [KLC] I gotta do what I gotta do ahh Because money is my cousin that why fools get played by the dozen I gotta get mine just like you have ta get yours On that blese for my boys when No Limit is on tours But fool around, my beginning have ends to me Put shoes on my feet, my family have to eat Now there's one way to do at it there So I go back there, now believe that there I gotta make this money, can't be flossin', so don't play me close Cause I be cruising in my inferno on the golf coast The greed in me wants it all So everybody strip to your drawers I want it all some one's gonna fall If there's a will there's a way to make it paper chase Because the color of money don't have a race Gotta get it, every penny that you earn So don't get burned, I'm out, bullet ain't over, I shall return [Mo B. Dick] Rollin' over seas pushin' eighty eight keys This like a disease, cause I gotta have cheese I'm rollin' on T's and B's, where the C's I'm a dog, got fleas, ch-ch-ch-ch-cheeze With the beats by the pound fool, we coming down Surround by sound, I'm represent the T town and that uptown Where players hustle for a living, get in where you fit in Like you short off the pimp I got to get mine (Gotta get, gotta get, gotta get mine) I got to get mine (Gotta get, gotta get, gotta get mine)