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Bury me a G, Life, feel me

Thinkin' back, reminiscin' on my
A young G, gettin' paid offa dope
Fuckin' off cash I made
Nigga, the sense of workin' hard if you never get to play?

I'm hustlin', stayin' out it's dawn
An' comin' at 6 o'clock in the mornin'
on my glock, eyes on the prize
Finger on the trigger a nigga ride

Shootin' craps, bustin' out the do'
Pick my money off the flo', God bless the
Stuck on full, again
Sippin' on gin with a couple of

Say them Thug Life niggaz be major pimps
Stickin' to the rules, made for sin
An' if I die, let it be
But when they for me, bury me a G

Say, I got time for bitches
Gotta keep my on my motherfuckin' riches
when I die, they won't worry me
Mama, don't cry, me a G

An' I got time for bitches
Gotta my mind on my motherfuckin' riches
when I die, they won't worry me
Mama, cry, bury me a G

More trouble than the
Just 25 an' I'm livin' like a savage
Bein' a G, it no easy thing
'Cause you fuck around, get crossed an' get stuck in the game

An' for the of your life, you will sit an' reminisce
Wonder why it had to end this
An' to the Gs, you can my pain
Until the motherfucker born again, bury me a G

You I was a game, kid
I'm not the nigga for your games
I let my buckshots rang when I pull the trigger on my
I'm on a rampage, runs for the Devil
Ain't nothin' on my mind but gettin' in some

I'm tired of double-ups from the hold-up
Just to get a nigga for some blunts, or in some store
I gives a fuck, niggaz outta luck when I
Put me to my death but I'm a G the enemy could bury me

I ain't got for bitches
Gotta keep my on my motherfuckin' riches
Even I die, they won't worry me
Mama, cry, bury me a G

Say, I ain't got for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin'
Even when I die, won't worry me
Mama, cry, bury me a G

I got to lose, so I choose to be a killer
Went from bangin' to slangin', now dope dealer
All my life, payed tha price to be the
Back in school, wrote the rules on tossed

rocks on the block was a past time
Pack a 9 all the time, you wanna mine?
Don't cry, I'd die before play me
From the cradle to the grave, me a G

Thug G, kickin' it with the homies in the hood
Gettin' drunk, smokin' blunts, a bitch I'm no good
I gives a fuck, I spend my time in the spot
Never had no time for no when slangin' rocks

An' bustin' on you punk ass marks
Fake-ass Gs, bitch niggaz no heart
I'm stayin' 'til I'm six feet deep
So when a nigga gone, bury me a G

got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin'
Even I die, they won't worry me
Mama, cry, bury me a G

Say, I got time for bitches
keep my mind on my motherfuckin' riches
Even when I die, they worry me
Mama, cry, bury me a G

on full, Tanqueray got a nigga high
Lord knows I don't need D.U.I.
I live the Life, heartless hustler
Just 'cause I fucked, don't I trust her

Now my pager's vibratin', can't
So I'm mobbin' to the ho's house, bumpin'
Is it cool to fuck?, is I'm askin'
Bitch, recognize game an' start

Now I'm all in the guts an'
Prayin' that a nigga don't nut too
I'll fuck an' get up, I let ya know
I'll be a ten brother for a two-dollar hoe

Lots of hoes get mad an'
I let a trick be a trick, you can that bitch
'Cause I doubt if I change, the game's a
Real niggaz to bustas, bury me a G

I ain't got for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my riches
Even when I die, they worry me
Mama, don't cry, me a G

'Cause I ain't got for bitches
Gotta keep my on my motherfuckin' riches
Even when I die, won't worry me
Mama, don't cry, me a G

Say, I got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin'
Even I die, they won't worry me
Mama, don't cry, me a G

Say, I got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my riches
when I die, they won't worry me
Mama, don't cry, me a G

'Cause I got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my riches
Even when I die, they won't me
Mama, don't cry, me a G

'Cause I ain't got for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my riches
Even when I die, won't worry me
Mama, cry, bury me a G
Now I ain't got time for bitches,