Walkin' 2 My Funeral

(brotha lynch hung)

Creeping in the dark with a nine and a four o

5 o 12 o clock so i creep slow duece fo

Homies know i just cant claim so i stay neutral

Pack me some ammo and im (?) mothafucking fo fo

Cant pack a piece too often

End up having another suckas guts hanging off

And a 187 r.a.p. a.s.a.p.

Reeping off the fits doing time in the penitentary

And as i creep i peep mista locsta with the gun outta his holsta

Thinking he supposed to point it at me

But now everybody loves a cop killa

So what i did is grabe my nine but before i put the clip in

All i heard is pop pop pop what im tripping

My body's licking blood i cant call it

One time murdering a young alcoholic

Im on the ground with a 40 spilled on my chest

Bullet holes and it supposed to work bullet proof vest

Caught slipping my niggaro's

You can burn that hearse cuz ima walk to my funeral

(mia bruce)

Can you feel

Can you feel it

You know what you got to do

Can you feel

Why dont you take

You know what you got to do

Can you feel

Why dont you take

Can you feel

(t.m. shades)

I cant believe that i got shot i thought i ducked

I was just rolling my dice pressing my luck

Kicking it with them fellas drinking 40's on the block

Talking about what my dice will do when they drop

Then all of the sudden dam i think saw a gun

After i heard the bam that made everybody run

Im trying to run but i aint cuz im falling

My body's getting numb

I hear my mother calling

My heart stops but it dont feel like im dead

And now im seeing black puzzled and surprised

My worst start nightmare was now realitized

And i didnt even get me a chance to say good bye to my mommy

Ambulance covering my body

Put me in the truck closed the door stuck a tag on my toe

And put me in a drawer case closed

Another inocent victim victimized

In the wrong place at the wrong time

My story was wrote the book read now i might be laying here dead

But ima walk to my funeral

(mia bruce)

Can you feel

I want to know why dont you just listen to me

Why dont you listen to me

Can you feel

(brotha lynch hung)

10 o clock at the set lynch crept

Some nigga rolled up in a mob wanted a cigarette

Nuttining now im smoking on some indo

And on that note he stuck a gage out the window

Break yourself for that dank and your cash

Foo try to take my grip and then mash

Im like what, heh

Im not going out foo i bust out my ol school and swing my things real cool

So what up

Im not tripping off your gage what up

Aint even packing you the brotha with the gage at my gut

So bust he start loading me full of them shells

There wasnt no way i was dropping im bloody as hell

6 holes in my body and im trying to walk

Grave yard straight called me im living off a nerve shock

And on my tombstone 1996

And i got but im gonna strike to my funeral

Yeah in the mothafucking house my nigga shades you know

(mia bruce)

Can you feel me

Thanks for acompaning me ont this mothafucka ya know

(mia bruce)

Can you feel me

We gonna do some damage ya know in the 96 ya know

(mia bruce)

Can you feel

Can you feel me

Can you feel me