Thug Life – Bury Me a G (feat. Natasha Walker) Lyrics

Bury Me a G

Thug Life (feat. Natasha Walker)

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"Bury Me a G." - Thug Life (feat. Natasha Walker)

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 08:18 am

Album: Resurrection (Music from and Inspired by the Motion Picture)

Track No: 09

Thinkin' back, reminiscin' on my teens
A young G gettin' paid off of dope fiends
Fuckin' off cash that I made
****, what's the sense of workin' hard if you never get to play?
I'm hustlin', stayin' out till 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 **** rides
Shootin' craps, bustin' **** out the door
Pick my money off the floor
God bless the tre-four
Stuck on full, drunk again
Sippin' on gin with a couple of friends
Sayin' them thug life **** be like major pimps
Stickin' to the rules, wasn't made to simp
And if I die, let it be
But when they come for me, bury me a G
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
And I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' riches
But when I die, they won't worry me
Mama don't cry, bury me a G
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
Then 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
Till the motherfucker gets born again
You thought it was a game, kid
I'm not the **** for playin' games
I let my buckshots fly 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 tryna ride no more loves for me hard to figure
Get a **** fuck a blunt, or hit some jewelry store
I gives a fuck, ****'s outta luck
When I bust, pull me to my death
But I'm a G, to the end of me, bury me
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
Said I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' riches
'Cause even when I die, they won't worry me
Mama don't cry, bury me a G
I got nothin' to lose so I choose to be a killer
Went from bangin' to slangin', now I'm a dope dealer
All my life paid the price to be the boss
Back in school wrote the rules on gettin' tossed
Poppin' rocks on the block was a past time
Pack a 9 all the time, you wanna test mine?
Don't cry, I'd die before they play me
From the cradle to the grave, bury me a G
Straight thuggin', kickin' it with the homies in the hood
Gettin' drunk, smokin' blunts
My bitch said I'm no good
I gives a fuck, I spend my time in the dope spot
Never had no time for no bitch, just slangin' rocks
And bustin' caps on your punk ass marks
Fake ass G's, bitch **** with no heart
I'm stayin' real till I'm six feet deep
So when a **** gone, just bury me a G
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
Said 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
Stuck on full, Tanqueray got a **** high
Lord knows I don't need another DUI
I live the thug life, heartless hustler
Just 'cause I fucked, don't mean I trust her
Now my pager's vibratin', can't sleep
So I'm mobbin' to the hoe's house, bumpin' Isley
"Is it cool to fuck?" is what I'm askin'
Bitch recognized game and started laughin'
When I'm all in the guts and shit
Prayin' that a **** don't nut too quick
'Cause I'll fuck and get up, I'll let you know
I'll be a ten-minute brother for a two-dollar hoe
Lots of hoes gettin' mad and shit
I let a trick be a trick, you can have that bitch
'Cause I doubt if I change, the game's a motherfucker
Real **** turn to busters, bury me a G
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
'Cause 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
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
Said, 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
Because I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep...Come on, come on
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 motherfuckin' riches
Even when I die, they won't worry me
Mama don't cry, bury me a G
Reminisce, and I ain't got time for bitches, bitches

Writer(s): D. Rivers, Rated R, Maurice Harding, 2Pac & Tyruss Himes.

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