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2pac - bury me a g (solo) lyrics

[intro]
bury me a g, bury me a g, thug life know the time it is, feel me

[verse 1]
thinkin’ back, reminiscin’ on my teens
a young g, gettin’ paid over 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 6 o’clock in the mornin’
hand’s on my glock, eyes on the prize
finger on the trigger when a n-gga ride
and i be shootin’ cr-ps, bustin’ n-ggas out the door
pick my money off the floor, god bless the tre-four
stuck on full, drunk again
spill a little liquor for the homies in the pen’
say them thug life n-ggas be like major pimps
stickin’ to the rules wasn’t made to simp
keep my finger on my mac mane
the crack game ain’t sh-t
n-ggas trippin’ in this rap game, bury me a g

[hook]
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
(and i) 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

[verse 2]
and i’ll be stayin’ strapped
my mac-11 make my nuts bigger
i keep my finger on the trigger for you jealous n-ggas
wonder why a motherf-ckers nutty, and why i’m up worried
when i see a cemetery full of dead buddies
mama told me “son, don’t lie”
and mama’s in the back smokin’ crack and a n-gga wanna die
can’t cry cause i’m loc’d up
choked up, n-gga puffing on that indo getting f-cked up
and in the back of my mind, i know i’m wrong
alcohol make a young motherf-cker think he ballin’
collect calls to my old b-tches, send more pictures
on the phone, tryin’ to bone cause i miss ya
back on the streets i’m losin’ focus
i’m hopeless, homies dyin’ over small time dope sh-t
keep my finger on my mac man
the crack game ain’t sh-t
n-ggas trippin’ in this rap game, bury me a g

[hook]
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
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

[verse 3]
so you wanna make a million?
and motherf-ckers catchin’ drug cases
i place my glock outside my waist and keep a thug face
even on a good day!, gotta stay strapped
livin’ in my hood, hey!
n-ggas will spray caps
and everybody wanna go to heaven, don’t n0body wanna pray
so i stay clutchin’ on my ak
murderin’ n-ggas that oppose me
that’s how it goes, you motherf-ckers try to play me and the homies
time to make my get-away
i hid away in the backstreets
couldn’t let the police jack me
gotta be quiet, i’m on the down low
i got that ya-yo movin’ by the pound so
when the police try me out, f-ck the judge
got a homie that’ll bond me out, straight love
keep my finger on my mac man
the crack game ain’t sh-t
n-ggas trippin’ in this rap game, bury me a g

[verse 4]
stuck on fool, tanqueray got a n-gga high
lord knows i don’t need another dui
i lead a thug life, heartless hustler
just cause i f-cked, don’t mean i trust her
now my pagers vibratin’, can’t sleep
so i’m mobbin’ to the ho’s house, bumpin’ isley
“is it cool to f-ck?” that’s what i’m askin’
b-tch recognized game and started laughin’
now i’m all in the guts and sh-t
prayin’ that a n-gga don’t nut too quick
cause i’ll f-ck and get up, i’ll let you know
i’ll be a 10 minute brother for a $2 ho
lots of hoes gettin’ mad as sh-t
i let a trick be a trick, you can have that b-tch
keep my finger on my mac man
the crack game ain’t sh-t
n-ggas trippin’ in this rap game, bury me a g

[hook]
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
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
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
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
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
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
now i ain’t got time for b-tches, b-tches, b-tches..

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