Thinking back, reminiscing on my teens
A young G
gettin' paid over dopefiends
fukking off cash that I made
nikka, what's the sense of working hard if you never get to play?
I'm hustlin', 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 nikka ride
And I be shootin' craps, bustin' nikkas out the door
Pick my money off the floor, God bless the tre-fo
Stuck on fool, drunk again
Pour a little liquor (gin) for the homies in the pen
Say them Thug Life nikkas be like major pimps
Sticking to the rules was a major sin
Keep my finger on my Mac, man
The crack game ain't shyt, nikkas trippin' in this rap game
Bury me a G
Chorus x2
I ain't got time for bytches
gotta keep my mind on my motherfukking riches
Even when I die, they will worry me
Mama don't cry—bury me a G
And I be staying strapped
my MAC-11 make my nuts bigger
I keep my finger on the trigger for you jealous nikkas
Wonder why a mothafukkers 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 smoking crack and a nikka wanna die
Can't cry cause I'm loc'd up
choked up, nikka puffing on that indo getting fukked up
and in the back of my mind, I know I'm wrong
alcohol make a young motherfukker think he ballin'
Collect calls to my old bytches, 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 shyt
I keep my finger on my Mac, man
The crack game ain't shyt, nikkas trippin' in this rap game
Bury me a G
Chorus x2
So you wanna make a million
and motherfukkers 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, nikkas will spray caps
and everybody wanna go to heaven, don't nobody wanna pray
so I stay clutching on my AK
murdering nikkas that oppose me
that's how it goes, you motherfukkers try to play me and the homies
Time to make my getaway
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 yayo moving by the pound so
when the police try me out, fukk the judge
got a homie that'll buy me out, straight love
Put my finger on my mac, man
The crack game ain't shyt, nikkas trippin' in this rap game
Bury me a G
Chorus x2
Stuck on fool, Tanqueray got a nikka high
Lord knows I don't need another DUI
I lead a Thug Life, heartless hustler
Just cause I fukked 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 fukk?" That's what I'm asking
bytch recognized game and started laughing
Now I'm all in the guts and shyt
Praying that a nikka don't nut too quick
Cause I'll fukk and get up, I'll let you know
I'll be a 10 minute brother for a two dolla ho
Lots of hos gettin' mad as shyt
I let a trick be a trick, you can have that bytch
Keep my finger on my mac, man
The crack game ain't shyt, nikkas trippin' in this rap game
Bury me a G
Chorus x6
Eminem is alot better
he was right. i heard some form of hennessy/memory/penitentiary in there 
dope
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