2Pac – Bury Me A G ft Natasha Walker

Award winning legendary rapper, Tupac Shakur join efforts with Natasha Walker to create this awesome sound titled “Bury Me A G”.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 01 on his top charting album project called “Thug Life, Vol. 1” was officially released on 26 September 1994.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

Listen up below!.

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LYRICS

Thug Life

You 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 six 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 (haha)

Say them Thug Life niggas be like major pimps

Stickin’ to the rules was a major sin (biatch)

And if I die, let it be

But when it come for me, bury me a G (sing)

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 (c’mon)

I ain’t got time for bitches

Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin’ riches (hahaha)

Even when I die, they won’t worry me

Mama, don’t cry, bury me a G

More trouble than the average

Just made twenty five 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

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 but gettin’ in some 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 (bury me)

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

Sing, “I ain’t got time for bitches” (hahaha)

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

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 ’til I’m six feet deep

So when a nigga gone, just bury me a G

Ain’t got time for bitches (haha)

Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin’ riches

Even when I die, they won’t worry me (motherfuck)

Mama, don’t cry, bury me a G (killer)

Say, “I ain’t got time for bitches”

Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin’ riches (all you real motherfuckers)

Even when I die, they won’t worry me (this is what you need to be singin’, nigga)

Mama, don’t cry, bury me a G (fuck them ? shit)

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 don’t mean I trust her

Now my pagers vibratin’, can’t sleep

So I’m mobbin’ to the hoe’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 the guts and shit (nigga, you crazy)

Prayin’ that a nigga don’t nut too quick

‘Cause I’ll fuck and get up, I’ll let you know (biatch)

I’ll be a ten minute brother for a two dolla ho

Lots of hoes get mad and shit (haha)

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

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

‘Cause I ain’t got time for bitches (hey)

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 (c’mon, say Thug Life)

Say I ain’t got time for bitches (yeah, nigga)

Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin’ riches

Even when I die, they won’t worry me (yeah)

Mama, don’t cry, bury me a G (c’mon, c’mon, c’mon)

Say I ain’t got time for bitches

Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin’ riches

Even when I die, they won’t worry me (make money, nigga)

Mama, don’t cry, bury me a G

‘Cause 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 (don’t cry, don’t cry)

‘Cause I ain’t got time for bitches

Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin’ riches (fuck your bitches, you know)

Even when I die, they won’t worry me (them hoes could die for all I care)

Mama, don’t cry, bury me a G

Reminisce, and I ain’t got time for bitches, bitches hahaha