Thug Life: Volume 1 is the only studio album by American hip hop group Thug Life, started by rapper Tupac Shakur, and was released on October 11, 1994. The album was originally released by Shakur's label Out Da Gutta Records. Due to heavy criticism on gangsta rap at the time, the original version of the album was scrapped and re-recorded with many of the original songs being cut. It has been said that 2Pac created two other versions of this album, with many of the songs still remaining unreleased.
The group featured Big Syke, Macadoshis, Mopreme, The Rated R and Tupac Shakur. Among the notable tracks on the album are "Bury Me a G," "Cradle to the Grave," "Pour Out a Little Liquor" (which also appears on the soundtrack to the 1994 film Above the Rim), "How Long Will They Mourn Me?" and "Str8 Ballin'."
The album only contains ten tracks because Interscope Records felt many of the other recorded songs were too controversial to release.
Although the original version of the album never came to fruition as the album went through a number of changes, Tupac performed the planned first single from the album, "Out on Bail" at the 1994 Source Awards. Although the album was originally released on Shakur's label Out Da Gutta, Amaru Entertainment, the label owned by Tupac's mother, Afeni Shakur, has since gained the rights to it. Thug Life: Volume 1 was certified Gold. The track "How Long Will They Mourn Me?" appeared later in 1998 from 2Pac's Greatest Hits album.
In 2014, the song "Bury me a G" was sampled by DJ Mustard to create the theme song for Nelly's reality show, Nellyville.
Bury (/ˈbɛri/, locally also /ˈbʊrɪ/) is a town in Greater Manchester, England, on the River Irwell, 5.5 miles (8.9km) east of Bolton, 5.9 miles (9.5km) west-southwest of Rochdale, and 7.9 miles (12.7km) north-northwest of Manchester. Bury is the largest settlement and administrative centre of the Metropolitan Borough of Bury and in 2011 had a population of 55,856.
The name Bury, (also earlier known as "Buri" and "Byri") comes from an Old English word, meaning "castle", "stronghold" or "fort", an early form of modern English borough.
A burh (Old English pronunciation:[ˈburx]) or burg was an Old English fortification or fortified settlement. In the 9th century, raids and invasions by Vikings prompted Alfred the Great to develop a network of burhs and roads to use against such attackers. Some were new constructions; others were situated at the site of Iron Agehillforts or Romanforts and employed materials from the original fortifications. As at Lundenburh (medieval London), many were also situated on rivers: this facilitated internal lines of supply while aiming to restrict access to the interior of the kingdom for attackers in shallow-draught vessels such as longships.
Burhs also had a secondary role as commercial and sometimes administrative centres. Their fortifications were used to protect England's various royal mints.
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Bury Me A G
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Bury Me A G · Thug Life · Natasha Walker
Thug Life: Volume 1
℗ 1994 Interscope Records
Released on: 1994-09-26
Producer: Thug Music
Associated Performer, Vocals: Natasha Walker
Composer Lyricist: D. Rivers
Composer Lyricist: Rated R
Composer Lyricist: Maurice Harding
Composer Lyricist: Tupac Shakur
Composer Lyricist: Tyruss Himes
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published: 28 Jul 2018
2Pac - Bury Me A G (Original Version)
Lyrics:
Bury me a G
Bury me a G
Thug Life
You know what time it is
Feel me
[2pac]
Thinkin' back
reminiscing on my teens
a young G
gettin' paid over dope fiends
fuckin' off cash that I made
nigga, 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
eye's on the prize
finger on the trigga when a nigga rides
and I be shootin' craps
bustin' niggas out the door
pick my money off the floor
god bless the tre-four
stuck on full, drunk again
pour a little gin/liquor for the homies in the penn
sayin' them thug life niggas be like major pimps
stickin' to the rules wasn't made to simp
keep my finger on my Mac man
the crack game
ain't shit niggas tripping in this rap game
Bury me a G
[Chorus...
published: 01 Nov 2015
Bury Me A G - 2Pac (OG Version)
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Bury Me A G - Tupac Shakur (OG Version)
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Bury Me A G · Thug Life · Natasha Walker
Thug Life: Volume 1
℗ 1994 Interscope Records
Released on: 1994-09-26
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Bury Me A G · Thug Life · Natasha Walker
Thug Life: Volume 1
℗ 1994 Interscope Records
Released on: 1994-09-26
Producer: Thug Music
Associated Performer, Vocals: Natasha Walker
Composer Lyricist: D. Rivers
Composer Lyricist: Rated R
Composer Lyricist: Maurice Harding
Composer Lyricist: Tupac Shakur
Composer Lyricist: Tyruss Himes
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Bury Me A G · Thug Life · Natasha Walker
Thug Life: Volume 1
℗ 1994 Interscope Records
Released on: 1994-09-26
Producer: Thug Music
Associated Performer, Vocals: Natasha Walker
Composer Lyricist: D. Rivers
Composer Lyricist: Rated R
Composer Lyricist: Maurice Harding
Composer Lyricist: Tupac Shakur
Composer Lyricist: Tyruss Himes
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Lyrics:
Bury me a G
Bury me a G
Thug Life
You know what time it is
Feel me
[2pac]
Thinkin' back
reminiscing on my teens
a young G
gettin' paid over dope fiends...
Lyrics:
Bury me a G
Bury me a G
Thug Life
You know what time it is
Feel me
[2pac]
Thinkin' back
reminiscing on my teens
a young G
gettin' paid over dope fiends
fuckin' off cash that I made
nigga, 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
eye's on the prize
finger on the trigga when a nigga rides
and I be shootin' craps
bustin' niggas out the door
pick my money off the floor
god bless the tre-four
stuck on full, drunk again
pour a little gin/liquor for the homies in the penn
sayin' them thug life niggas be like major pimps
stickin' to the rules wasn't made to simp
keep my finger on my Mac man
the crack game
ain't shit niggas tripping in this rap game
Bury me a G
[Chorus x2]
I ain't got time for bitches
gotta keep my mind on my mothafuckin' riches
even when I die
they won't worry me
mama don't cry
Bury me a G
[2pac]
And I'll be staying strapped
my mac-eleven make my nuts bigga
I keep my finger on the trigga for you jealous niggas
wonder why a mothafuckas nutty
and why am I 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 nigga wanna die
can't cry cause I'm loced up
choked up, nigga puffing on that endo getting fucked up
and in the back of my mind, I know I'm wrong
alcohol, make a young motherfucka think he ballin'
collect calls to my old bitches
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 shit (break yo'self)
I keep my finger on my Mac man
the crack game
ain't shit niggas tripping in this rap game
Bury me a G
[Chorus: x2]
[2pac]
So you wanna make a million
and motherfuckas catching drug cases
I place my glock inside my waist
and keep a thug face
even on a good day
I gotta stay strapped
living in my hood, hey
nigga spray caps
everybody wanna go to heaven don't nobody wanna pray
so I stay clutching on my A-K
murdering niggas that oppose me
that's how it goes
you motherfuckas try to play me and the homies
time to make my get away
I hid away, in the back streets
I couldn't let the police, jack me
gotta be quiet, I'm on the down low
I got the yayo, moving by the pound so
when the police try me up
fuck the judge
got a homie that'll buy me out
straight love
keep my finger on my mac man
the crack game
ain't shit niggas tripping in this rap game
Bury me a G
[Chorus: x2]
[2pac]
Stuck on full
Tanqueray got a nigga high
lord knows I don't need another D.U.I
I live a Thug Life heartless hustler
just cause I fuck
It don't mean I trust her (biatch)
now my pagers vibratin' can't sleep
so I'm mobbin to the ho's house
bumpin' Isely
is it cool to fuck is what I'm askin
bitch recognized game and started laughin (haha)
now I'm all in those guts and shit (oh nigga you crazy)
prayin' that a nigga don't nut too quick
cause I'll fuck and get up I'll let ya know (see ya)
I'll be a 10 minute brotha for a two dolla ho
lots of ho's gettin mad and shit (haha)
I let a trick be a trick
you can have that bitch
keep my finger on my mac man
the crack game
ain't shit niggas tripping in this rap game (for real nigga)
Bury me a G
[Chorus: x2]
Say I ain't got time for bitches
gotta keep my mind on my mothafuckin' riches
even when I die (make money nigga, haha)
they won't worry me
mama don't cry
Bury me a G (what?)
(Thuglife is what you be)
Cause I ain't got time for bitches
gotta keep my mind on my mothafuckin' riches
even when I die
they won't worry me
mama don't cry
Bury me a G
(dont cry dont cry)
Cause I ain't got time for bitches
gotta keep my mind on my mothafuckin' riches
even when I die (haha)
they won't worry me
mama don't cry
Bury me a G
Now I ain't got time for bitches, bitches bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches!
Lyrics:
Bury me a G
Bury me a G
Thug Life
You know what time it is
Feel me
[2pac]
Thinkin' back
reminiscing on my teens
a young G
gettin' paid over dope fiends
fuckin' off cash that I made
nigga, 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
eye's on the prize
finger on the trigga when a nigga rides
and I be shootin' craps
bustin' niggas out the door
pick my money off the floor
god bless the tre-four
stuck on full, drunk again
pour a little gin/liquor for the homies in the penn
sayin' them thug life niggas be like major pimps
stickin' to the rules wasn't made to simp
keep my finger on my Mac man
the crack game
ain't shit niggas tripping in this rap game
Bury me a G
[Chorus x2]
I ain't got time for bitches
gotta keep my mind on my mothafuckin' riches
even when I die
they won't worry me
mama don't cry
Bury me a G
[2pac]
And I'll be staying strapped
my mac-eleven make my nuts bigga
I keep my finger on the trigga for you jealous niggas
wonder why a mothafuckas nutty
and why am I 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 nigga wanna die
can't cry cause I'm loced up
choked up, nigga puffing on that endo getting fucked up
and in the back of my mind, I know I'm wrong
alcohol, make a young motherfucka think he ballin'
collect calls to my old bitches
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 shit (break yo'self)
I keep my finger on my Mac man
the crack game
ain't shit niggas tripping in this rap game
Bury me a G
[Chorus: x2]
[2pac]
So you wanna make a million
and motherfuckas catching drug cases
I place my glock inside my waist
and keep a thug face
even on a good day
I gotta stay strapped
living in my hood, hey
nigga spray caps
everybody wanna go to heaven don't nobody wanna pray
so I stay clutching on my A-K
murdering niggas that oppose me
that's how it goes
you motherfuckas try to play me and the homies
time to make my get away
I hid away, in the back streets
I couldn't let the police, jack me
gotta be quiet, I'm on the down low
I got the yayo, moving by the pound so
when the police try me up
fuck the judge
got a homie that'll buy me out
straight love
keep my finger on my mac man
the crack game
ain't shit niggas tripping in this rap game
Bury me a G
[Chorus: x2]
[2pac]
Stuck on full
Tanqueray got a nigga high
lord knows I don't need another D.U.I
I live a Thug Life heartless hustler
just cause I fuck
It don't mean I trust her (biatch)
now my pagers vibratin' can't sleep
so I'm mobbin to the ho's house
bumpin' Isely
is it cool to fuck is what I'm askin
bitch recognized game and started laughin (haha)
now I'm all in those guts and shit (oh nigga you crazy)
prayin' that a nigga don't nut too quick
cause I'll fuck and get up I'll let ya know (see ya)
I'll be a 10 minute brotha for a two dolla ho
lots of ho's gettin mad and shit (haha)
I let a trick be a trick
you can have that bitch
keep my finger on my mac man
the crack game
ain't shit niggas tripping in this rap game (for real nigga)
Bury me a G
[Chorus: x2]
Say I ain't got time for bitches
gotta keep my mind on my mothafuckin' riches
even when I die (make money nigga, haha)
they won't worry me
mama don't cry
Bury me a G (what?)
(Thuglife is what you be)
Cause I ain't got time for bitches
gotta keep my mind on my mothafuckin' riches
even when I die
they won't worry me
mama don't cry
Bury me a G
(dont cry dont cry)
Cause I ain't got time for bitches
gotta keep my mind on my mothafuckin' riches
even when I die (haha)
they won't worry me
mama don't cry
Bury me a G
Now I ain't got time for bitches, bitches bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches!
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Bury Me A G · Thug Life · Natasha Walker
Thug Life: Volume 1
℗ 1994 Interscope Records
Released on: 1994-09-26
Producer: Thug Music
Associated Performer, Vocals: Natasha Walker
Composer Lyricist: D. Rivers
Composer Lyricist: Rated R
Composer Lyricist: Maurice Harding
Composer Lyricist: Tupac Shakur
Composer Lyricist: Tyruss Himes
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Lyrics:
Bury me a G
Bury me a G
Thug Life
You know what time it is
Feel me
[2pac]
Thinkin' back
reminiscing on my teens
a young G
gettin' paid over dope fiends
fuckin' off cash that I made
nigga, 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
eye's on the prize
finger on the trigga when a nigga rides
and I be shootin' craps
bustin' niggas out the door
pick my money off the floor
god bless the tre-four
stuck on full, drunk again
pour a little gin/liquor for the homies in the penn
sayin' them thug life niggas be like major pimps
stickin' to the rules wasn't made to simp
keep my finger on my Mac man
the crack game
ain't shit niggas tripping in this rap game
Bury me a G
[Chorus x2]
I ain't got time for bitches
gotta keep my mind on my mothafuckin' riches
even when I die
they won't worry me
mama don't cry
Bury me a G
[2pac]
And I'll be staying strapped
my mac-eleven make my nuts bigga
I keep my finger on the trigga for you jealous niggas
wonder why a mothafuckas nutty
and why am I 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 nigga wanna die
can't cry cause I'm loced up
choked up, nigga puffing on that endo getting fucked up
and in the back of my mind, I know I'm wrong
alcohol, make a young motherfucka think he ballin'
collect calls to my old bitches
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 shit (break yo'self)
I keep my finger on my Mac man
the crack game
ain't shit niggas tripping in this rap game
Bury me a G
[Chorus: x2]
[2pac]
So you wanna make a million
and motherfuckas catching drug cases
I place my glock inside my waist
and keep a thug face
even on a good day
I gotta stay strapped
living in my hood, hey
nigga spray caps
everybody wanna go to heaven don't nobody wanna pray
so I stay clutching on my A-K
murdering niggas that oppose me
that's how it goes
you motherfuckas try to play me and the homies
time to make my get away
I hid away, in the back streets
I couldn't let the police, jack me
gotta be quiet, I'm on the down low
I got the yayo, moving by the pound so
when the police try me up
fuck the judge
got a homie that'll buy me out
straight love
keep my finger on my mac man
the crack game
ain't shit niggas tripping in this rap game
Bury me a G
[Chorus: x2]
[2pac]
Stuck on full
Tanqueray got a nigga high
lord knows I don't need another D.U.I
I live a Thug Life heartless hustler
just cause I fuck
It don't mean I trust her (biatch)
now my pagers vibratin' can't sleep
so I'm mobbin to the ho's house
bumpin' Isely
is it cool to fuck is what I'm askin
bitch recognized game and started laughin (haha)
now I'm all in those guts and shit (oh nigga you crazy)
prayin' that a nigga don't nut too quick
cause I'll fuck and get up I'll let ya know (see ya)
I'll be a 10 minute brotha for a two dolla ho
lots of ho's gettin mad and shit (haha)
I let a trick be a trick
you can have that bitch
keep my finger on my mac man
the crack game
ain't shit niggas tripping in this rap game (for real nigga)
Bury me a G
[Chorus: x2]
Say I ain't got time for bitches
gotta keep my mind on my mothafuckin' riches
even when I die (make money nigga, haha)
they won't worry me
mama don't cry
Bury me a G (what?)
(Thuglife is what you be)
Cause I ain't got time for bitches
gotta keep my mind on my mothafuckin' riches
even when I die
they won't worry me
mama don't cry
Bury me a G
(dont cry dont cry)
Cause I ain't got time for bitches
gotta keep my mind on my mothafuckin' riches
even when I die (haha)
they won't worry me
mama don't cry
Bury me a G
Now I ain't got time for bitches, bitches bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches!
Four shots to the chest, my niggas get at me They don' fucked around and fucked up my new white tee I'm just livin my life, why they mad at me Woke up this morning, I ain't see this coming Should I even bust back, you ain't see me running I hope heaven got a VIP line Got some partners in hell that'll sneak me in the back door You know I hate waitin in line Paramedics on the way, but they wastin they time Everybody standin over a nigga, screamin and shit Damn, ya'll give a nigga a second to think Which one of you niggas shot me, it was one of you bastards Bet a nigga can't throw a hundred grand in my casket Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans A USDA top and a throw-away glock Bury me a G, nothin more nothin less When I get where I'm goin, I just gotta be fresh Expect the worst, but hope for the best But you know how it is, amen god bless I can't leave now niggas owe me money My nigga on the westside owe me bout a dub And my partner with a few, shit he owe a nigga too I should'a hugged my son, should'a kissed my mother Spent some time with her, show her I love her Every night she was prayin for me, I was in the streets Active little nigga, should I stay in some beef Gucci go through some shit and he really need me And what about the streets, shit they need me too I'm on some got Def Jam, shit they owe a nigga too Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans A USDA top and a throw-away glock Bury me a G, nothin more nothin less When I get where I'm goin, I just gotta be fresh We interruped our program to bring you this breaking news story, I'm Kelly Washington reporting for WKKT Cannel 7 Witnesses say that around 1.45 this morning shots were fired out of an atlanta nightclub rapper Young Jeezy was involved in this shooting but at this time it is unclear wether he was a suspect or the victim We'll bring you further details as they become available Back to you I was on my way i was almost gone I was almost there i was almost home It was some Kanye sh*t tryna touch the sky Jesus walks god testify I'm a legend like John we're ordinary people You only get one life there's no sequel So you can't take nothing for granted And don't take granted for nothing So i gotta thank god for waking me up this morning And giving me this air to breath Jesus lord forgive me for Every Gram i sold Every glock i popped Every rock that i... Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans A USDA top and a throw-away glock Bury me a G, nothin more nothin less