[Intro]
Bury me a g, bury me a g, thug life know the time it is, feel me
[Verse 1]
Thinking back, reminiscing on my teens
A young G getting paid over dope fiends
Fucking off cash that I made
Nigga, what's the sense of working hard if you never get to play
I'm hustling, staying out till it's dawn
And coming home at 6 o'Clock in the morning
Hand's on my Glock, eyes on the prize
Finger on the trigger when a nigga ride
And I be Shooting craps, busting niggas out the door
Pick my money off the floor, God bless the tre-four
Stuck on full, drunk again
Pour a little liquor for my homies in the pen
Say them thug life niggas be like major pimps
Sticking to the rules was a major sin
Keep my finger on my Mac man
The crack game ain't shit
Niggas tripping in this rap game, bury me a G
[Hook]
I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking 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 motherfucking riches
Even when I die, they won't worry me
Mama don't cry, bury me a G
[Verse 2]
And I'll be staying 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 bodies
Mama told me "son, don't lie"
And Mama's in the back smoking 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 balling
Collect calls to my old bitches, send more pictures
On the phone, trying to bone cause I miss ya
Back on the streets I'm losing focus
I'm hopeless, homies dying over small time dope shit
Keep my finger on my Mac man
The crack game ain't shit
Niggas tripping in this rap game, bury me a G
[Hook]
I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking 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 motherfucking 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 catching drug cases
I place my Glock outside my waist and keep a thug face
Even on a good day, gotta stay strapped
Living in my hood, hey, niggas will spray caps
And everybody wanna go to heaven, don't nobody wanna pray
So I stay clutching on my AK
Murdering 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 moving by the pound so
When the police try me out, fuck the judge
Got a homie that'll buy me out, straight love
Keep my finger on my Mac man
The crack game ain't shit
Niggas tripping in this rap game, bury me a G
[Hook]
I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking 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 motherfucking 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 vibrating, can't sleep
So I'm mobbing to the ho's house, bumping Isley
"Is it cool to fuck?" That's what I'm asking
Bitch recognized game and started laughing
Now I'm all in the guts and shit
Praying 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 getting 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 tripping in this rap game, bury me a G
[Hook]
I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking 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 motherfucking 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 motherfucking 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 motherfucking 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 motherfucking 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 motherfucking riches
Even when I die, they won't worry me
Mama don't cry, bury me a G
Now I ain't got time for bitches, bitches, bitches..
