Текст песни: 2Pac. Other. Bury Me A G.

Thug Life
You know what time it is
Feel me

Thinkin' back
Reminiscing on my teens
A young G
Gettin' paid over 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 till it's dawn
And commin' home
At 6 o'clock in the mornin'
Hand's on my glock
Eye's on the prize
Finger on the trigga when a nigga rides
Shootin' craps
Bustin' niggas out the door
Pick my money off the floor
God bless the tre-four
Stuck on full, drunk again
Pour a little liquor for the homies in the penn
Sayin' them thug life niggas be like major pimps
Stickin' to the rules is what made it simp
Keep my finger on my Mac man
The crack game
Ain't shit niggas tripping in this rap game
Bury me a G

[Chorus: x2]
I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mothafuckin' 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 mothafuckas nutty
And why am I worried
When I see a cemetery 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 cause 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 motherfucka think he ballin'
Collect calls to my old bitches
Send more pictures
On the phone trying to bone
Cause I miss ya
Back on the streets I'm losing focus
I'm hopeless
Homies dying over small time dope shit
I keep my finger on my Mac man
The crack game
Ain't shit niggas tripping in this rap game
Bury me a G

[Chorus: x2]
I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mothafuckin' 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 motherfuckas catching drug cases
I place my glock inside my waist
And Keep a thug face
Even on a good day
I gotta stay strapped
Living in my hood, hey
Nigga spray caps
Everybody wanna go to heaven don't nobody wanna pray
So I stay clutching on my A-K
Murdering niggas that oppose me
That's how it goes
You motherfuckas 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
I got the yah-yo, moving by the pound so
When the police try me up
Fuck the judge
Got a homie that'll buy me out
Str8 love
Keep my finger on my mac man
The crack game
Ain't shit niggas tripping in this rap game
Bury me a G

[Chorus: x2]
I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mothafuckin' 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 live a Thug Life heartless hustler
Just cause I fucked her
Don't mean I trust her
Now my pagers vibratin' can't sleep
So I'm mobbing to the ho's house
Bumpin' Isely
Is it cool ta fuck is what I'm askin
Bitch recognize game and started laughing
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 two dolla 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
Ain't shit niggas tripping in this rap game
Bury me a G

[Chorus: x2]
I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mothafuckin' riches
Even when I die
They won't worry me
Mama don't cry
Bury me a G