Bury Me a G

[Verse 1: 2Pac] Thinking back, reminiscing on my teens A young G getting paid over dope fiends Fucking off cash that I made Nigga, what's the sense of working hard if you never get to play I'm hustling, staying out till it's dawn And coming home at 6 o'Clock in the morning Hand's on my Glock, eyes on the prize Finger on the trigger when a nigga ride Shooting craps, busting niggas out the door Pick my money off the floor, God bless the tre-four Stuck on full, drunk again Sipping on gin with a couple of friends Say them Thug Life niggas be like major pimps Sticking to the rules was a major sin And if I die, let it be But when it come for me, bury me a G [Chorus x2: 2Pac] I ain't got time for bitches Gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches 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 25 and I'm living 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 G's you can feel my pain Until the motherfucker gets born again [Verse 3: Rated R] You thought it was a game kid, I'm not the nigga for playing game I let my buckshots ring when I pull the trigger on my gauge I'm on the rampage making runs for the Devil Ain't nothing on my mind will get me into 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 (Break yo self) I gives a fuck nigga stuck outta luck when I bust Pull me to my death but I'm a G to the enemy [Hook x2] [Verse 4: Big Syke] I got nothing to lose so I choose to be a killer Went from banging to slanging, now I'm a dope dealer All my life paid the price to be the boss Back to school, broke the rules on getting tossed Popping rocks on the block was a past time 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 G [Verse 5: Macadoshis] Straight thug kicking it with the homies in the hood Getting drunk, smoking 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 instead slanging rocks And busting caps on you punk ass marks Fake ass G's, bitch niggas with no heart I'm staying real till I'm 6 feet deep So when a nigga gone, just bury me a G [Hook x2] [2Pac] Stuck on full, Tanqueray got a nigga high Lord knows I don't need another DUI I led a Thug Life, heartless hustler Just cause I fuck don't mean I trust her Now my pagers vibrating, can't sleep So I'm mobbing to the ho's house, bumping Isley "Is it cool to fuck?" Is what I'm asking Bitch recognize game and started laughing Now I'm all in those guts and shit Praying that a nigga don't nut too quick Cause I'll fuck and get up, I'll let you know I'll be a 10 minute brother for a $2 ho Lots of ho's get mad and shit 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 [Hook x6]