| BURY ME AG - YOUNG JEEZY 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 [CHORUS:] 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 [x2] [VERSE 2:] 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 [CHORUS:] Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans A USDA top and a throw-away ... |
