Chords for 2Pac - Thug Life - Bury Me A G (01)

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[Em] _ _ [Bm] I'm a _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ young [C#m] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
[Em] _ _ [Bm] _ _ G, getting paid off of dope things, bucking off cash that I make.
[F#m] Nigga with the sessile working hard, if you never [Bm] get to pay, [Em] I'm hustling.
[Bm] Staying out till it's dawn and coming home at 6 o'clock in the morning.
Hands on my clock, eyes on the [F#m] prize.
Finger on the trigger when the nigga ride.
[Em] Shooting craps, [Bm] busting niggas off the door, pick my money off the floor.
God bless the trade, [F#m] fucks like on food.
Drunk again, sipping on gin with a couple of friends.
[Bm]
[G] Say them thug life niggas be like Major B.I.T.C.H.
Sticking to the rules was a major sin.
And if [F#m] I die, let it be.
But when they come for me, bury me a [Bm] G.
[Em] I ain't got [Bm] time for bitches.
Gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches.
Even when I die, [F#m] they won't wanna see.
Mama don't cry, bury me a [Bm] G.
[Em] I ain't got [Bm] time for bitches.
Gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches.
Even when I die, they won't [F#m] wanna see.
Mama don't cry, bury me a G.
[Bm] _
[Em] More trouble [Bm] than the average.
Just made 25 and I'm living [D] like a savage.
Being a G it ain't no [C#m] easy thing.
You could walk around get crossed, nigga stuck [Bm] in the game.
[Em] And for the rest of your life [Bm] you'll sit and reminisce.
Wonder why I had to end like this.
Into the G's you can feel my pain.
[C#m] From a motherfucker just born again.
[B] You know [G] that was a gang kid.
I'm not the nigga for playing games.
I let my bruh talk swag but not pull the [D] trigger on my gang.
I'm on the rap page [C#m] making rhymes for the devil.
Ain't nothing on my mind [Bm] but getting into [G] trouble.
I'm trying to find double love from the homies.
I'm fixing to get a nigga from the bunks or hit some [Bm] flurry stores.
I get some fuck niggas out [F#m] of luck when I bust.
Put me to my throat but I'm a G [Bm] to the [Em] enemy.
I ain't got [Bm] time for bitches.
Gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches.
Even [F#m] when I die, they won't wanna see.
Mama don't cry, hurry me, [Bm] G.
[Em] Say I ain't got [Bm] time for bitches.
Gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches.
[F#m] Even when I die, they won't wanna see.
Mama don't cry, hurry me, [Bm] G.
I [Em] got nothing to lose [Bm] so I choose to be a killer.
Went from banging [G] to slanging, now I'm a dope dealer.
All my life paid a [F#m] price to be the boss.
Back in school, broke the [Bm] rules, I'm getting [Em] tossed.
Popping [Bm] rocks on the block was a [G] pastime.
Pack a nine all the time, you wanna [Bm] test mine.
Don't cry, I'll die [F#m] before they blame me.
From the cradle to the [Bm] grave, [Em] bury me a G.
Kicking [Bm] it with the homies in the hood, getting drunk, smoking blunts.
[F#m] Bitch, said I'm no good.
I give the fuck, I spend my time in the ghost spot.
Never had no time for no [Bm] bitch, slaying [Em] rocks.
And bug the [Bm] gaps on your plump ass walks.
They got G's, bitch, [D] niggas with no heart.
I'm staying real till I'm [C#m] six feet deep.
So when the niggas gone, bury [Bm] me a [Em] G.
I ain't got [Bm] time for bitches.
Gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches.
Nigga, when I [F#m] die, I'ma work.
Mama, [F#] don't cry.
Fuck G.
[Bm]
[Em] And I ain't got [Bm] time for bitches.
Gotta keep my [G] mind on my motherfucking [Bm] riches.
And when I [F#m] die, I'ma work, nigga.
[A] Mama, don't cry.
[Bm] She stuck [Em] on full, sang a [Bm] reg, got a nigga high.
Lord knows I don't need another [F#] D.Y.
I live a thug life, heartless, [C#m] hustler.
Just cause I fuck her don't mean I [Bm] trust her.
[Em] Now my pages [Bm] vibrate, can't sleep.
So I'm up into the ho's house. Pumping ozolate.
Is it cool to fuck?
[F#m] That's what I'm asking.
Bitch, recognize [Bm] game and start an [Em] ass.
Now I'm [Bm] all in the guts and shit.
Pray that a nigga don't nut too quick.
Cause I fuck her, get up, I'll let you [C#m] know.
I'll be a 10 minute brother for a [Bm] $2 [G] ho.
Lots of hoes getting mad as shit.
I let a chick be a chick.
You can have that bitch.
[Bm] Cause I doubt if I [F#m] change the game to motherfucker.
Real niggas turn to [Bm] busters.
[Em] Bury me a G.
I ain't got [Bm] time for bitches.
Gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking riches.
Before I stop.
They will worry if big time [C#m] hustlers cop.
Going to be a [Bm] G.
[Em] Cause I ain't got [Bm] time.
Bitch, I gotta keep my mind on my motherfucking [F#m] riches.
I just don't want to overlap the ass.
And force weak hands [C#m] across, so I stop.
Raggedy [Bm] you motherfucker.
[Em] The Sun ain't got [Bm] time for bitches.
Gotta keep my mind on my motherfucker riches.
Don't give me no time.
Don't worry [F#m] if big time hustlers cop.
The sun [Bm] _
[Em] ain't got [D] time for bitches.
The sun ain't got time for bitches.
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[F#] ain't got time for bitches, bitches
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