Corrección Letra 2Pac - Bury Me a G (Solo Version) par 2Pac

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Bury me a G

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 mе
Intoxicated, I can barely see
I can't sleep, having dreams somеone'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

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

Thinkin' back, reminiscin' on my teens
A young G, gettin' paid over dope fiends
f**kin' off cash that I made
n***a, 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'
Hand's on my Glock, eyes on the prize
Finger on the trigger when a n***a ride
And I be Shootin' craps, bustin' n***as out the door
Pick my money off the floor, God bless the tre-four
Stuck on full, drunk again
Spill a little liquor for the homies in the pen'
Say them thug life n***as be like major pimps
Stickin' to the rules wasn't made to simp
Keep my finger on my Mac mane
The crack game ain't sh*t
n***as trippin' in this rap game, bury me a G

I ain't got time for b*t*hes
Gotta keep my mind on my motherf**kin' riches
Even when I die, they won't worry me
Mama don't cry, bury me a G
(and I) I ain't got time for b*t*hes
Gotta keep my mind on my motherf**kin' riches
Even when I die, they won't worry me
Mama don't cry, bury me a G

And I'll be stayin' strapped
My Mac-11 make my nuts bigger
I keep my finger on the trigger for you jealous n***as
Wonder why a motherf**kers nutty, and why I'm up worried
When I see a cemetery full of dead buddies
Mama told me "son, don't lie"
And Mama's in the back smokin' crack and a n***a wanna die
Can't cry cause I'm loc'd up
Choked up, n***a puffing on that indo getting f**ked up
And in the back of my mind, I know I'm wrong
Alcohol make a young motherf**ker think he ballin'
Collect calls to my old b*t*hes, send more pictures
On the phone, tryin' to bone cause I miss ya
Back on the streets I'm losin' focus
I'm hopeless, homies dyin' over small time dope sh*t
Keep my finger on my Mac man
The crack game ain't sh*t
n***as trippin' in this rap game, bury me a G

I ain't got time for b*t*hes
Gotta keep my mind on my motherf**kin' riches
Even when I die, they won't worry me
Mama don't cry, bury me a G
I ain't got time for b*t*hes
Gotta keep my mind on my motherf**kin' riches
Even when I die, they won't worry me
Mama don't cry, bury me a G

So you wanna make a million?
And motherf**kers catchin' drug cases
I place my Glock outside my waist and keep a thug face
Even on a good day!, gotta stay strapped
Livin' in my hood, hey!
n***as will spray caps
And everybody wanna go to heaven, don't nobody wanna pray
So I stay clutchin' on my AK
Murderin' n***as that oppose me
That's how it goes, you motherf**kers 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 movin' by the pound so
When the police try me out, f**k the judge
Got a homie that'll bond me out, straight love
Keep my finger on my Mac man
The crack game ain't sh*t
n***as trippin' in this rap game, bury me a G

Stuck on fool, Tanqueray got a n***a high
Lord knows I don't need another DUI
I lead a Thug Life, heartless hustler
Just cause I f**ked, don't mean I trust her
Now my pagers vibratin', can't sleep
So I'm mobbin' to the ho's house, bumpin' Isley
"Is it cool to f**k?" That's what I'm askin'
b*t*h recognized game and started laughin'
Now I'm all in the guts and sh*t
Prayin' that a n***a don't nut too quick
Cause I'll f**k and get up, I'll let you know
I'll be a 10 minute brother for a $2 ho
Lots of hoes gettin' mad as sh*t
I let a trick be a trick, you can have that b*t*h
Keep my finger on my Mac man
The crack game ain't sh*t
n***as trippin' in this rap game, bury me a G

I ain't got time for b*t*hes
Gotta keep my mind on my motherf**kin' 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 b*t*hes
Gotta keep my mind on my motherf**kin' riches
Even when I die, they won't worry me
Mama don't cry, bury me a G

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