2Pac - Bury Me A G (Nozzy-E Remix) (Prod By Klandestino) (2019)

2Pac - Bury Me A G (Nozzy-E Remix) (Prod By Klandestino) (2019)

Special Thanks To Outlaw Immortal & 2Pac Shakur Channel

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 till 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' craps, 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 my homies in the Pen'

Say them thug life n*ggas be like major pimps

Stickin' to the rules was a major sin

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

(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 nobody 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

[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 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..