Thinkin back, reminiscin on my teens A young G, gettin paid offa dopefiends 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 Hands on my glock, eyes on the prize Finger on the trigger when a nigga ride Shootin craps, bustin niggaz out the do' Pick my money off the flo', God bless the tre-fo' Stuck on full, drunk again Sippin on gin with a couple of friends (ha ha) Say them Thug Life niggaz be like major pimps Stickin to the rules wasn't made for sin (beotch!) And if I die, let it be But when they come for me, bury me a G
[Chorus 2X: 2Pac] 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
[Mopreme] More trouble than the average Just made 25 and I'm livin like a savage Bein 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
[The Rated R] You thought I was a game kid, I'm not the nigga for playin games I let my buckshots rang when I pull the trigger on my gauge I'm on a rampage makin runs for the devil Ain't nothin on my mind but gettin in some trouble I'm tired of hidin double-ups from the hold-up Just to get a nigga for some blunts, or in some jewelry store (BREAK YO'SELF!) I gives a fuck niggaz outta luck when I bust Put me to my death but I'm a G 'til the enemy bury me
[Big Syke] I got nothin tp lose so I choose to be a killer Went from bangin to slangin now I'ma dope dealer All my life payed tha price, to be the boss Back in school wrote the rules, on gettin tossed Poppin rocks on the block was a pasttime Pack a 9 all the time, you wanna test mine? Don't cry, I'd die before they play me From the cradle to the grave, bury me a G
[Macadoshis] Straight Thug G, kickin it with the homies in the hood Gettin drunk, smokin blunts, a 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 when slangin rocks And bustin caps on you punk ass marks Fake-ass G's, bitch niggaz with no heart I'm stayin real 'til I'm six feet deep So when a nigga gone, just bury me a G
[2Pac] Stuck on full, Tanqueray got a nigga high Lord knows I don't need another DUI I live the Thug Life, heartless hustler Just cause I fucked, 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 start laughin Now I'm all in the guts and shit (Nigga you crazy!) Prayin that a nigga don't nut too quick Cause I'll fuck and get up, I let ya know (beotch!) I'll be a ten minute brother for a two-dollar ho Lots of hoes get mad and shit (ha ha) I let a trick be a trick you can have that bitch Cause I doubt if I change; the game's a motherfucker Real 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 bitches Fuck 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..
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