Текст песни 2Pac - Bury Me A G
2Pac - Bury Me A G слова песни
* Walker sings and harmonizes over the Chorus[2Pac]Bury me a G.. Thug Life, feel meThinkin back, reminiscin on my teensA young G, gettin paid offa dopefiendsFuckin off cash that I madeNigga what`s the sense of workin hard if you never get to play?I`m hustlin, stayin out `til it`s dawnAnd comin home, at 6 o`clock in the morninHands on my glock, eyes on the prizeFinger on the trigger when a nigga rideShootin craps, bustin niggaz out the do`Pick my money off the flo`, God bless the tre-fo`Stuck on full, drunk againSippin on gin with a couple of friends (ha ha)Say them Thug Life niggaz be like major pimpsStickin to the rules wasn`t made for sin (beotch!)And if I die, let it beBut when they come for me, bury me a G[Chorus 2X: 2Pac]I ain`t got time for bitchesGotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin richesEven when I die, they won`t worry meMama don`t cry, bury me a G[Mopreme]More trouble than the averageJust made 25 and I`m livin like a savageBein a G it ain`t no easy thingCause you could fuck around get crossedand get stuck in the gameAnd for the rest of your life you will sit, and reminisceWonder why it had to end like thisAnd to the G`s you can feel my painuntil the motherfucker gets born again[The Rated R]You thought I was a game kid, I`m not the nigga for playin gamesI let my buckshots rang when I pull the trigger on my gaugeI`m on a rampage makin runs for the devilAin`t nothin on my mind but gettin in some troubleI`m tired of hidin double-ups from the hold-upJust to get a nigga for some blunts, or in some jewelry store(BREAK YO`SELF!) I gives a fuck niggaz outta luck when I bustPut me to my death but I`m a G `til the enemy bury me[Chorus][Big Syke]I got nothin tp lose so I choose to be a killerWent from bangin to slangin now I`ma dope dealerAll my life payed tha price, to be the bossBack in school wrote the rules, on gettin tossedPoppin rocks on the block was a pasttimePack a 9 all the time, you wanna test mine?Don`t cry, I`d die before they play meFrom the cradle to the grave, bury me a G[Macadoshis]Straight Thug G, kickin it with the homies in the hoodGettin drunk, smokin blunts, a bitch said I`m no goodI gives a fuck I spend my time in the dope spotNever had no time for no bitch when slangin rocksAnd bustin caps on you punk ass marksFake-ass G`s, bitch niggaz with no heartI`m stayin real `til I`m six feet deepSo when a nigga gone, just bury me a G[Chorus][2Pac]Stuck on full, Tanqueray got a nigga highLord knows I don`t need another DUII live the Thug Life, heartless hustlerJust cause I fucked, don`t mean I trust herNow my pager`s vibratin, can`t sleep So I`m mobbin to the ho`s house, bumpin IsleyIs it cool to fuck is what I`m askinBitch recognize game and start laughinNow I`m all in the guts and shit (Nigga you crazy!)Prayin that a nigga don`t nut too quickCause I`ll fuck and get up, I let ya know (beotch!)I`ll be a ten minute brother for a two-dollar hoLots of hoes get mad and shit (ha ha)I let a trick be a trick you can have that bitchCause I doubt if I change; the game`s a motherfuckerReal niggaz turn to bustas, bury me a G[Chorus] - repeat to end[2Pac - over Chorus at the end]Don`t cry don`t cry cause I ain`t got time for bitchesFuck them bitches y`know?!Them hoes can die for all I care, this a Thug Life thang BEOTCH!Reminisce, and I ain`t got time for bitches, bitches.. hahaha..