Bury Me a G

Thug Life
You know what time it is
Feel me

Thinkin' back
reminiscing on my teens
a young G
getten' paid over dope fiends
fuckin' off cash that I make
nigga, what's tha sense of workin hard
if you never get to play
i'm hustlen'
stayin' out till it's dawn
and commin' home
at 6 o'clock in tha mornin'
hand's on my glock
eye's on tha prize
finger on tha trigga when a nigga rides
shootin' craps
bustin' niggas out tha door
pick my money off tha floor
god bless tha tre-four
stuck on full, drunk again
Pour a little liquor for the homies in the penn
sayin' those thug life niggas be like major pimps
stickin' to tha rules is what made it simp
Keep my finger on my Mac man
The crack game
Make shit niggas tripping in this rap game
Bury me a G
[Chorus x2 -- Tupac]
I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mothafucken riches
even when I die
they won't worry me
mama don't cry
bury me a G

And i'll be staying strapped
My mac-eleven make my nuts bigger
I keep my finger on the trigger
For you jealous niggas
Wonder why a mutha-fuckas nutty
And why i'm all worried
When I see a cemetary full of dead buddies
Mama told me son don't lie
And Mama's in the back smoking crack
And a nigga wanna die
Can't cry cuz i'm loced up
Choked up, nigga puffing on that endo
getting FUCKED UP
And in the back of my mind, i know i'm wrong
Alcohol, make a young mutha-fucka think he ballin'
Collect calls to my old bitches
Send more pictures
On the phone trying to bone
Cuz I miss yah
Back on the streets i'm losing focus
I'm hopeless
Homies dying over small time dope shit
Keep my finger on my Mac man
The crack game
Make shit niggas tripping in this rap game
Bury me a G

[Chorus x2 -- Tupac]
I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mothafucken riches
even when I die
they won't worry me
mama don't cry
bury me a G

So you wanna make a million
And Mutha-fuckas cathing drug cases
I place my glock inside my waist
And Keep a thug facing
Even on a good day,
I Gotta stay strapped
Living in my hood, hey
Nigga spray caps
Everybody wanna go to heaven
But don't no one wanna pray
So I stay
Clutching on my A-K
Murdering niggas that oppose me
Thats how it goes
You mutha-fuckas try to play me and the homies
Time to make my get away
I hid away, in the back streets
I couldn't let the police jack me
Gotta be quiet, i'm on the down low
slanging yah-yo, moving by the pound so
When the police try me up
Fuck the judge
Got a homie that will buy me out
Str8 Love
Keep my finger on my Mac man
The crack game
Make shit niggas tripping in this rap game
Bury me a G

[Chorus x2 -- Tupac]
I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mothafucken riches
even when I die
they won't worry me
mama don't cry
bury me a G

Stuck on Full
Tangaray got a nigga high
lord knows I don't need another DUI
I lead a Thug Life
heartless hustler
just cause I fucked
don't mean I trust her
now my pagers vibratin'
can't sleep
so i'm hoping' to tha ho's house
pumpin' Isely
Is it cool ta fuck is what i'm askin
Bitch recognize game and start laughen
now i'm all in those guts and shit
prayin' that a nigga don't nut too quick
cause i'll fuck and get up and let ya know
i'll be a 10 minute brotha for a $2 ho
let the ho's get mad and shit
I let a trick be a trick
you can have that bitch

Keep my finger on my Mac man
The crack game
Make shit niggas tripping in this rap game
Bury me a G
[Chorus x2 -- Tupac]
I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mothafucken riches
even when I die
they won't worry me
mama don't cry
bury me a G