2Pac — Bury Me a G II

[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 jock from the front I'ma do my thing I got problems, so I loc'd up, when they killed my parents Gettin' [?] 'em so I took the hit for granted And a 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, taking 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? Stress is someone that's half from all angles like take your hands Where bangers running they mouth not to get strangled But who am I to talk? I know my time is coming for Next week it'll probably be me that's underlined in chalk Terrible thought, but tell my man, sold the potent next time That quarters [?] 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 op I picture a plastic gloves Imaginary spots where casket drops I laughed at cops that harass my pops They couldn't last the shot Tryna get cash, I just stashed you knots In one day I be done and ready for son With memories of my fingertips, keeping my lips numb Retired early out this game with the fortune and fame That 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