2Pac - Bury Me A G (Nozzy-E Remix) (Prod By Klandestino) (2019)

2Pac - Bury Me A G (Nozzy-E Remix) (Prod By Klandestino) (2019) Special Thanks To Outlaw Immortal & 2Pac Shakur Channel Lyrics: [Intro] Bury me a g, bury me a g, thug life know the time it is, feel me [Verse 1] 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 till 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 And I be Shootin’ craps, bustin’ niggas out the door Pick my money off the floor, God bless the tre-four Stuck on full, drunk again Spill a little liquor for my homies in the Pen’ Say them thug life niggas be like major pimps Stickin’ to the rules was a major sin Keep my finger on my Mac man The crack game ain’t shit Niggas trippin’ in this rap game, bury me a G [Hook] 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 (and I) 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 [Verse 2] And I’ll be stayin’ strapped My Mac-11 make my nuts bigger I keep my finger on the trigger for you jealous niggas Wonder why a motherfuckers nutty, and why I’m up worried When I see a cemetery full of dead buddies Mama told me “son, don’t lie“ And Mama’s in the back smokin’ crack and a nigga wanna die Can’t cry cause I’m loc’d up Choked up, nigga puffing on that indo getting fucked up And in the back of my mind, I know I’m wrong Alcohol make a young motherfucker think he ballin’ Collect calls to my old bitches, send more pictures On the phone, tryin’ to bone cause I miss ya Back on the streets I’m losin’ focus I’m hopeless, homies dyin’ over small time dope shit Keep my finger on my Mac man The crack game ain’t shit Niggas trippin’ in this rap game, bury me a G [Hook] 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 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 [Verse 3] So you wanna make a million? And motherfuckers catchin’ drug cases I place my Glock outside my waist and keep a thug face Even on a good day!, gotta stay strapped Livin’ in my hood, hey! Niggas will spray caps And everybody wanna go to heaven, don’t nobody wanna pray So I stay clutchin’ on my AK Murderin’ niggas that oppose me That’s how it goes, you motherfuckers try to play me and the homies Time to make my get-away I hid away in the backstreets Couldn’t let the police jack me Gotta be quiet, I’m on the down low I got that ya-yo movin’ by the pound so When the police try me out, fuck the judge Got a homie that’ll bond me out, straight love Keep my finger on my Mac man The crack game ain’t shit Niggas trippin’ in this rap game, bury me a G [Hook] 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 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 [Verse 4] Stuck on fool, Tanqueray got a nigga high Lord knows I don’t need another DUI I lead a Thug Life, heartless hustler Just cause I fucked, don’t mean I trust her Now my pagers vibratin’, can’t sleep So I’m mobbin’ to the ho’s house, bumpin’ Isley “Is it cool to fuck?“ That’s what I’m askin’ Bitch recognized game and started laughin’ Now I’m all in the 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 ho Lots of hoes gettin’ mad as 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 trippin’ in this rap game, bury me a G [Hook] 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 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..