[Intro: Ronald Isley & 2Pac]
Yeah
Bury me a G
Well, well, well (Yeah)
Thug Life
Yeah, hey
Feel me

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Thinkin' back, reminiscin' on my teens
A young G gettin' paid off of dope fiends
Fuckin' off cash that I made
N***a, 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'
Hands on my Glock, eyes on the prize
Finger on the trigger when a n***a ride
Shootin' craps, bustin' n***as out the door
Pick my money off the floor, God bless the tre-four (Tre-four, n***a)
Stuck on full, drunk again
Sippin' on gin with a couple of friends (Haha)
Say them Thug Life n***as be like major pimps
Stickin' to the rules wasn't made to simp (Biatch)
And if I die, let it be
But when it come for me, bury me a G
Say
[Chorus: 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 (Come on)
I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' riches (Haha)
Even when I die, they won't worry me
Mama don't cry, bury me a G

[Verse 2: Mopreme]
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 Gs, you can feel my pain
Until the motherfucker gets born again
Bury me a G

[Verse 3: Rated R]
You thought it was a game, kid? I'm not the n***a for playin' games
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 get me in some trouble
I'm tryna ride, no more loves for me, hard to figure
Get a n***a, smoke a blunt or it's a jury starts (Wake yourself)
I gives a fuck, n***a, stuck outta luck when I bust
Pull me to my death, but I'm a G 'til the end of me (Bury me)
[Chorus: 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 (Hehe)
Mama don't cry, bury me a G
Say, 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 (Haha)

[Verse 4: 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 at school, broke the rules on gettin' tossed
Poppin' rocks on the block was a pastime
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 a G

[Verse 5: Macadoshis]
Straight thuggin', 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, just slangin' rock
And bustin' caps on you punk ass marks
Fake ass Gs, bitch n***as with no heart
I'm stayin' real 'til I'm six-feet deep
So when a n***a gone, just bury me a G
[Chorus: 2Pac]
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 (Come on)
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
(Fuck them hoes, bitch, you know)
Mama don't cry, bury me a G

[Verse 6: 2Pac]
Stuck on full, Tanqueray got a n***a high
Lord knows I don't need another DUI
I live the Thug Life, heartless hustler
Just 'cause I fuck, don't mean I trust her (Haha, biatch)
Now, my pagers vibratin', can't sleep
So I'm mobbin' to the hoes house, bumpin' Isley
Is it cool to fuck? Is what I'm askin'
Bitch, recognize game and started laughin' (Hahaha)
Now, I'm all in those guts and shit (N***a, you crazy)
Prayin' that a n***a don't nut too quick
'Cause I'll fuck and get up, I'll let you know (Biatch)
I'll be a 10 minute brother for a two-dollar 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 n***as turn to busters, bury me a G

[Chorus: 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
Cause I ain't got time for bitches (Hey)
Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' riches (Haha)
Even when I die, they won't worry me
Mama don't cry, bury me a G (Come on, say)
I ain't got time for bitches (Yeah, n***a)
Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' riches
Even when I die, they won't worry me (You heard?)
Mama don't cry (Come on, come on), bury me a G
Say I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' riches (Make money, n***a)
Even when I die, they won't worry me (What)
Mama don't cry, bury me a G (Thug Life, n***a)
'Cause I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' riches (Come on, come on)
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 (Fuck them bitches, you know)
Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' riches
Even when I die, they won't worry me
(Them hoes can die 'fore I care, it's a Thug Life thang, biatch)
Mama don't cry, bury me a G
Reminisce, and I ain't got time for bitches, bitches (Hahahaha)