Bury Me Alive Young Buck

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
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[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