" Tell mama don't cry, cause even if they kill me They can never take the life of a real G ". Thug to tha die . Tupac Amaru Shakur Rest In Peace
Lyrics getting money ... I put the nigga in his casket and now they covering the bastard in plastic I smoke blunts on the regular fuck when it counts Tryin to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce Gettin ghost on the five-oh, fuck them hoes Got a forty-five screamin out surviv-al Hey nigga can I lay low, cook some ya-yo and holla five-oj when I say so Don't wanna go to the pen, I'm hittin fences NARC's on a nigga back missin me by inches And they say how do you survive, weighin one-fifty-five in the city where the little niggaz die Tell mama don't cry, cause even if they kill me They can never take the life of a real G
I'm gettin money [4x]
Still on parole and I'm the first nigga servin Pour some liquor on the curb, for my homies that deserve it If I wanna make a million, gotta stay dealin Kinda boomin round the way, think today I make a killin Dressin down like I'm dirty, but only on the block just a clever disguise, to keep me runnin from the cops Gettin high I think I'll die if I don't get no ends I'm in a bucket but I'm ridin it like it's a Benz I hit the strip I let my music buck drinkin liquor and I'm lookin for a bitch to fuck Rather die makin money, than live poor and legal as I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo I need money in a major way Time to fuck my girl, she gettin paid today, ha hah ha I live Thug Life and let the money come to me Cause they can never take the game from a young G
I'm gettin money [4X]
Damned if I don't, and damned if a nigga do Now watch a young motherfucker pull the trigger too RAISE UP, and don't let them see ya cry Dry your eyes, young nigga time for do or die I pack a pistol in my pocket, ready on my Glock
