[Intro: 2Pac]
Bury me a G

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Tell me how can I survive? Remember me?
Life as a G, these money making activities is killin' me
I'm tryna ball, but the alcohol making me hurl
Paranoid like it's me against the world, will I live or die?
My only question: When I ride will I be murdered?
A victim of some homicide, did I deserve it?
My life is full of misery, forgive me Lord
The streets are full of enemies, watch over me
Intoxicated, I can barely see
I can't sleep, having dreams someone's killing me, am I sane?
My life is pain and I'm stressing, brothas be trippin'
They open fire where I rest, hopin' for death
But I'm still livin' every breath, won't be for me
Retaliation every death, let's make 'em bleed
'Cause do or die is the only way
And though I pray, I can see you getting sicker every day

[Chorus: 2Pac]
And I ain't got time for snitches
Gotta keep my mind on my money and my riches
Even when I die, they don't worry me
Mama don't cry, bury me a G
See, I ain't got time for snitches
Gotta keep my mind on my money and my riches
Even when I die, they don't worry me
Mama don't cry, bury me a G
[Verse 2: Mutah "Napoleon"]
Something 'bout this game that keep a shorty holla for pain
But when they jump from the front, I'ma do my thing
I got problems, so I loc'd up, when they killed my parents
Couldn't solve 'em so I took the hint for granted
And the revolver will be my only hope for escape
Talking 'bout going insane, but the feeling can wait
Who can you blame on these inner-city streets?
They screaming out "Peace!", but everybody is deceased
Just bury me a G

[Verse 3: K-Dog "Kastro"]
Nah, I ain't afraid, just pray that I make top-grade
In the stray, getting paid is the way I play (What?) for keeps
While beef creeps on we got be holding mine
Down from sundown all through the sunshine
They gettin' blasted massive, thinking lavish
Thoughts of running countable cabbage
See, I can bury me fly, feelin' my high
Well, I ain't gon' lie
Don't cry 'cause we all gotta meet up in the sky
True G

[Chorus: K-Dog "Kastro"]
I ain't got time for snitches
Gotta keep my mind on my money and my riches
Even when I die, they don't worry me
Mama don't cry, bury me a G
Said I ain't got time for snitches
Gotta keep my mind on my money and my riches
Even when I die, they don't worry me
Mama don't cry, bury me a G
[Verse 4: Big Malcolm "EDI"]
Every day I'm caught up in this paper chase
Just like I miss, will I be crazed when I see my grave?
Stressed as someone that's head from all angles like chickenheads
Where bangers running they mouth now she getting strangled
But who am I to talk? I know my time is coming for
Next week it'll probably be me that's outlined in chalk
Terrible thought, but tell my man, sold the potent next time
That quarter's poor, let it pour for your dawg
Bury me a G

[Verse 5: Young Hollywood "Kadafi"]
Now I went from a criminal with crooked schemes
Now look it seems
They wanna bury me in a hurry
And in my dreams, it's getting drastic, ahk
I picture plastic Glocks
Imaginary spots where caskets drop
I laughed at cops that harassed my block
They couldn't last a shot
Tryna get cash, I just stashed your knots
And one day I'll be done and ready for a son
With memories of my fingertips, keeping my lips numb
Retired early out this game with the fortune and fame
To carry on my street name, bury me a G
[Chorus: Young Hollywood]
Said I ain't got time for snitches
Gotta keep my mind on my money and my riches
Even when I die, they don't worry me
Mama don't cry, bury me a G
I said I ain't got time for snitches
Gotta keep my mind on my money and my riches
Even when I die, they don't worry me
Mama don't cry, bury me a G

[Chorus: 2Pac]
Ain't got time for snitches
Gotta keep my mind on my money and my riches
Even when I die, they don't worry me
Mama don't cry, bury me a G
And I ain't got time for snitches
Gotta keep my mind on my money and my riches
Even when I die, they don't worry me
Mama don't cry, bury me a G