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 Fuckin' off cash that I made Nigga, 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 nigga ride Shootin' craps, bustin' niggas out the door Pick my money off the floor, God bless the tre-four (Tre-four, nigga) Stuck on full, drunk again Sippin' on gin with a couple of friends (Haha) Say them Thug Life niggas 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 bitches Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' 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 bitches Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' 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 fuck 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 motherfucker gets born again Bury me a G [Verse 3: Rated R] You thought it was a game, kid? I'm not the nigga 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 nigga, smoke a blunt or it's a jury starts (Wake yourself) I gives a fuck, nigga, 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 bitches Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' 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 bitches (Hahaha) Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' 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 bitch said I'm no good I gives a fuck, I spend my time in the dope spot Never had no time for no bitch, just slangin' rock And bustin' caps on you punk ass marks Fake ass Gs, bitch niggas with no heart I'm stayin' real 'til I'm six-feet deep So when a nigga gone, just bury me a G [Chorus: 2Pac] Ain't got time for bitches (Hahaha) Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' 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 bitches Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' riches Even when I die, they won't worry me (Fuck them hoes, bitch, you know) Mama don't cry, bury me a G [Verse 6: 2Pac] Stuck on full, Tanqueray got a nigga high Lord knows I don't need another DUI I live the Thug Life, heartless hustler Just 'cause I fuck, 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 fuck? Is what I'm askin' Bitch, recognize game and started laughin' (Hahaha) Now, I'm all in those guts and shit (Nigga, you crazy) Prayin' that a nigga don't nut too quick 'Cause I'll fuck and get up, I'll let you know (Biatch) I'll be a ten minute brother for a two-dollar ho Lots of hoes get mad and shit (Haha) I let a trick be a trick, you can have that bitch 'Cause I doubt if I change, the game's a motherfucker Real niggas turn to busters, bury me a G [Chorus: 2Pac] I ain't got time for bitches Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' 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 bitches (Hey) Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' 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 bitches (Yeah, nigga) Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' 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 bitches Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' riches (Make money, nigga) Even when I die, they won't worry me (What) Mama don't cry, bury me a G (Thug Life, nigga) 'Cause I ain't got time for bitches Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' 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 bitches (Fuck them bitches, you know) Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' 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 bitches, bitches (Hahahaha)