Bury Me a G lyrics

[Intro: Ronald Isley & 2Pac]
Yeah
Bury me a G
Well, well, well (Yeah)
Thug Life
Yeah, hey
Feel me

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Thinkin' back, reminiscin' on my teens
A young G gettin' paid off of dope fiends
f*ckin' off cash that I made
n*gga, what's the sense of workin' hard if you never get to play?
I'm hustlin', stayin' out 'til it's dawn
And comin' home at six o'clock in the mornin'
Hands on my Glock, eyes on the prize
Finger on the trigger when a n*gga ride
Shootin' craps, bustin' n*ggas out the door
Pick my money off the floor, God bless the tre-four (Tre-four, n*gga)
Stuck on full, drunk again
Sippin' on gin with a couple of friends (Haha)
Say them Thug Life n*ggas be like major pimps
Stickin' to the rules wasn't made to simp (Biatch)
And if I die, let it be
But when it come for me, bury me a G
Say
[Chorus: 2Pac]
I ain't got time for b*tches
Gotta keep my mind on my motherf*ckin' riches
Even when I die, they won't worry me
Mama don't cry, bury me a G (Come on)
I ain't got time for b*tches
Gotta keep my mind on my motherf*ckin' riches (Haha)
Even when I die, they won't worry me
Mama don't cry, bury me a G

[Verse 2: Mopreme]
More trouble than the average
Just made twenty-five and I'm livin' like a savage
Being a G; it ain't no easy thing
'Cause you could f*ck around, get crossed and get stuck in the game
And, for the rest of your life, you will sit and reminisce
Wonder why it had to end like this
And to the Gs, you can feel my pain
Until the motherf*cker gets born again
Bury me a G

[Verse 3: Rated R]
You thought it was a game, kid? I'm not the n*gga for playin' games
I let my buckshots ring when I pull the trigger on my gauge
I'm on the rampage, makin' runs for the devil
Ain't nothin' on my mind, but get me in some trouble
I'm tryna ride, no more loves for me, hard to figure
Get a n*gga, smoke a blunt or it's a jury starts (Wake yourself)
I gives a f*ck, n*gga, stuck outta luck when I bust
Pull me to my death, but I'm a G 'til the end of me (Bury me)
[Chorus: 2Pac]
I ain't got time for b*tches
Gotta keep my mind on my motherf*ckin' riches
Even when I die, they won't worry me (Hehe)
Mama don't cry, bury me a G
Say, I ain't got time for b*tches (Hahaha)
Gotta keep my mind on my motherf*ckin' riches
Even when I die, they won't worry me
Mama don't cry, bury me a G (Haha)

[Verse 4: Big Syke]
I got nothin' to lose, so I choose to be a killer
Went from bangin' to slangin', now I'm a dope dealer
All my life paid the price to be the boss
Back at school, broke the rules on gettin' tossed
Poppin' rocks on the block was a pastime
Pack a .9 all the time, you wanna test mine?
Don't cry, I die before they play me
From the cradle to the grave, bury me a G

[Verse 5: Macadoshis]
Straight thuggin', kickin' it with the homies in the hood
Gettin' drunk, smokin' blunts, my b*tch said I'm no good
I gives a f*ck, I spend my time in the dope spot
Never had no time for no b*tch, just slangin' rock
And bustin' caps on you punk ass marks
Fake ass Gs, b*tch n*ggas with no heart
I'm stayin' real 'til I'm six-feet deep
So when a n*gga gone, just bury me a G
[Chorus: 2Pac]
Ain't got time for b*tches (Hahaha)
Gotta keep my mind on my motherf*ckin' riches
Even when I die, they won't worry me
Mama don't cry, bury me a G (Come on)
Say, I ain't got time for b*tches
Gotta keep my mind on my motherf*ckin' riches
Even when I die, they won't worry me
(f*ck them hoes, b*tch, you know)
Mama don't cry, bury me a G

[Verse 6: 2Pac]
Stuck on full, Tanqueray got a n*gga high
Lord knows I don't need another DUI
I live the Thug Life, heartless hustler
Just 'cause I f*ck, don't mean I trust her (Haha, biatch)
Now, my pagers vibratin', can't sleep
So I'm mobbin' to the hoes house, bumpin' Isley
Is it cool to f*ck? Is what I'm askin'
b*tch, recognize game and started laughin' (Hahaha)
Now, I'm all in those guts and sh*t (n*gga, you crazy)
Prayin' that a n*gga don't nut too quick
'Cause I'll f*ck and get up, I'll let you know (Biatch)
I'll be a 10 minute brother for a two-dollar ho
Lots of hoes get mad and sh*t (Haha)
I let a trick be a trick, you can have that b*tch
'Cause I doubt if I change, the game's a motherf*cker
Real n*ggas turn to busters, bury me a G

[Chorus: 2Pac]
I ain't got time for b*tches
Gotta keep my mind on my motherf*ckin' riches
Even when I die, they won't worry me
Mama don't cry, bury me a G
Cause I ain't got time for b*tches (Hey)
Gotta keep my mind on my motherf*ckin' riches (Haha)
Even when I die, they won't worry me
Mama don't cry, bury me a G (Come on, say)
I ain't got time for b*tches (Yeah, n*gga)
Gotta keep my mind on my motherf*ckin' riches
Even when I die, they won't worry me (You heard?)
Mama don't cry (Come on, come on), bury me a G
Say I ain't got time for b*tches
Gotta keep my mind on my motherf*ckin' riches (Make money, n*gga)
Even when I die, they won't worry me (What)
Mama don't cry, bury me a G (Thug Life, n*gga)
'Cause I ain't got time for b*tches
Gotta keep my mind on my motherf*ckin' riches (Come on, come on)
Even when I die, they won't worry me
Mama don't cry, bury me a G (Don't cry, don't cry)
'Cause I ain't got time for b*tches (f*ck them b*tches, you know)
Gotta keep my mind on my motherf*ckin' riches
Even when I die, they won't worry me
(Them hoes can die 'fore I care, it's a Thug Life thang, biatch)
Mama don't cry, bury me a G
Reminisce, and I ain't got time for b*tches, b*tches (Hahahaha)