Thinkin back, reminiscin on my teens

A young G, gettin paid offa dopefiends

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 'til it's dawn

And comin home, at 6 o'clock in the mornin

Hands on my glock, eyes on the prize

Finger on the trigger when a nigga ride

Shootin craps, bustin niggaz out the do'

Pick my money off the flo', God bless the tre-fo'

Stuck on full, drunk again

Sippin on gin with a couple of friends (ha ha)

Say them Thug Life niggaz be like major pimps

Stickin to the rules wasn't made for sin (beotch!)

And if I die, let it be

But when they come for me, bury me a G



[Chorus 2X: 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



[Mopreme]

More trouble than the average

Just made 25 and I'm livin like a savage

Bein 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 G's you can feel my pain

until the motherfucker gets born again



[The Rated R]

You thought I was a game kid, I'm not the nigga for playin games

I let my buckshots rang when I pull the trigger on my gauge

I'm on a rampage makin runs for the devil

Ain't nothin on my mind but gettin in some trouble

I'm tired of hidin double-ups from the hold-up

Just to get a nigga for some blunts, or in some jewelry store

(BREAK YO'SELF!) I gives a fuck niggaz outta luck when I bust

Put me to my death but I'm a G 'til the enemy bury me

-acap