2Pac - Bury Me A G Solo version

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