| Bury me a G
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| Thug Life
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| Feel me
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| Thinkin' back, reminiscin' on my teens
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| A young G gettin' paid off of dope fiends
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| Fuckin' off cash that I made
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| Nigga, what’s the sense of workin' hard if you never get to play
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| I’m hustlin', stayin' out 'til it’s dawn
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| And comin' home at 6 o’Clock in the mornin'
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| Hands on my Glock, eyes on the prize
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| Finger on the trigger when a nigga ride
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| Shootin' craps, bustin' niggas out the door
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| Pick my money off the floor, God bless the tre-four
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| Stuck on full, drunk again
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| Sippin' on gin with a couple of friends
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| Say them Thug Life niggas be like major pimps
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| Stickin' to the rules was a major sin
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| And if I die, let it be
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| But when it come for me, bury me a G
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| I ain’t got time for bitches
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| Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' riches
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| Even when I die, they won’t worry me
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| Mama don’t cry, bury me a G
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| I ain’t got time for bitches
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| Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' riches
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| Even when I die, they won’t worry me
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| Mama don’t cry, bury me a G
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| More trouble than the average
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| Just made 25 and I’m livin' like a savage
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| Being a G, it ain’t no easy thing
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| 'Cause you could fuck around, get crossed and get stuck in the game
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| And for the rest of your life you will sit and reminisce
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| Wonder why it had to end like this
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| And to the G’s you can feel my pain
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| Until the motherfucker gets born again
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| You thought it was a game kid, I’m not the nigga for playin' game
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| I let my buckshots ring when I pull the trigger on my gauge
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| I’m on the rampage makin' runs for the Devil
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| Ain’t nothin' on my mind but gettin' in some trouble
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| I’m tryna ride no more loves for me hard to figure
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| Get a nigga, smoke a blunt or it’s a jury starts (Break yo self)
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| I gives a fuck niggas outta luck when I bust
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| Pull me to my death but I’m a G 'til the end of me
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| I ain’t got time for bitches
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| Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' riches
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| Even when I die, they won’t worry me
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| Mama don’t cry, bury me a G
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| I ain’t got time for bitches
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| Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' riches
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| Even when I die, they won’t worry me
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| Mama don’t cry, bury me a G
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| I got nothin' to lose so I choose to be a killer
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| Went from bangin' to slangin', now I’m a dope dealer
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| All my life paid the price to be the boss
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| Back to school, broke the rules on gettin' tossed
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| Poppin' rocks on the block was a past time
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| Pack a .9 all the time, you wanna test mine?
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| Don’t cry, I die before they play me
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| From the cradle to the grave, bury me a G
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| Straight thug kickin' it with the homies in the hood
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| Gettin' drunk, smokin' blunts, my bitch said I’m no good
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| I gives a fuck I spend my time in the dope spot
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| Never had no time for no bitches instead slangin' rocks
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| And bustin' caps on you punk ass marks
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| Fake ass G’s, bitch niggas with no heart
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| I’m stayin' real 'til I’m 6 feet deep
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| So when a nigga gone, just bury me a G
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| Ain’t got time for bitches
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| Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' riches
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| Even when I die, they won’t worry me
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| Mama don’t cry, bury me a G
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| I ain’t got time for bitches
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| Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' riches
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| Even when I die, they won’t worry me
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| Mama don’t cry, bury me a G
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| Stuck on full, Tanqueray got a nigga high
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| Lord knows I don’t need another DUI
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| I led a Thug Life, heartless hustler
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| Just 'cause I fuck don’t mean I trust her
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| Now my pagers vibratin', can’t sleep
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| So I’m mobbin' to the ho’s house, bumpin' Isley
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| «Is it cool to fuck?» |
| Is what I’m askin'
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| Bitch recognize game and started laughin' (Hahaha)
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| Now I’m all in those guts and shit (Nigga, you crazy)
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| Prayin' that a nigga don’t nut too quick
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| Cause I’ll fuck and get up, I’ll let you know
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| I’ll be a 10 minute brother for a two dollar ho
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| Lots of ho’s get mad and shit
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| I let a trick be a trick, you can have that bitch
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| Cause I doubt if I change, the game’s a motherfucker
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| Real niggas turn to busters, bury me a G
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| I ain’t got time for bitches
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| Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' riches
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| Even when I die, they won’t worry me
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| Mama don’t cry, bury me a G
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| Cause I ain’t got time for bitches
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| Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' riches
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| Even when I die, they won’t worry me
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| Mama don’t cry, bury me a G
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| Say I ain’t got time for bitches
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| Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' riches
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| Even when I die, they won’t worry me
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| Mama don’t cry, bury me a G
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| Say I ain’t got time for bitches
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| Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' riches
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| Even when I die, they won’t worry me
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| Mama don’t cry, bury me a G
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| 'cause I ain’t got time for bitches
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| Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' riches
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| Even when I die, they won’t worry me
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| Mama don’t cry, bury me a G
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| 'Cause I ain’t got time for bitches
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| Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' riches
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| Even when I die, they won’t worry me
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| Mama don’t cry, bury me a G
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| I ain’t got time for bitches, bitches hahaha |