Bury Me a G

Fuckin’ off cash that I made / Nigga, what’s the sense of workin’ hard / If you never get to play
Bury me a G
Thug Life
Feel me

Thinkin’ back
Reminiscin’ 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 ’til 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 nigga ride
Shootin’ craps
Bustin’ niggas out the door
Pick my money off the floor
God bless the tre-four
Stuck on full
Drunk again
Sippin’ on gin
With a couple of friends
Say them Thug Life niggas 
Be like major pimps
Stickin’ to the rules 
Was a major sin
And if I die
Let it be
But when they come for me
Bury me a G

[Chorus] (x2)
I ain’t got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind 
On my motherfuckin’ riches
Even when I die
They won’t worry me
Mama don’t cry
Bury me a G

More trouble than the average
Just made 25 
And I’m livin’ 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

[Rated R]
You thought it was a game kid
I’m not the nigga for playin’ game
I let my buckshots ring
When I pull the trigger on my gauge
I’m on the rampage
Makin’ runs for the Devil
Ain’t nothin’ 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


[Big Syke]
I got nothin’ to lose 
So I choose to be a killer
Went from bangin’ to slangin’
Now I’m a dope dealer
All my life paid the price 
To be the boss
Back to school
Broke the rules on gettin’ tossed
Poppin’ 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

Straight thug kickin’ it 
With the homies in the hood
Gettin’ drunk, smokin’ 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 slangin’ rocks
And bustin’ caps on you punk ass marks
Fake ass G’s
Bitch niggas with no heart
I’m stayin’ real 
Till I’m 6 feet deep
So when a nigga gone
Just bury me a G


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 her
Don’t mean I trust her
Now my pager’s vibratin’
Can’t sleep
So I’m mobbin’ to the ho’s house
Bumpin’ Isley
Is it cool to fuck
Is what I’m askin’
Bitch recognize game
And started laughin’
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
I’ll let you know
I’ll be a 10 minute brother
For a 2-dollar-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

[Chorus] (repeat until end)