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Brotha Lynch Hung

Walkin` 2 My Funeral

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(Brotha Lynch Hung)creeping in the dark with a nine and a four O5 O 12 O clock so I creep slow duece fohomies know I just cant claim so I stay neutralpack me some ammo and Im (?) mothafucking fo focant pack a piece too oftenend up having another suckas guts hanging offand a 187 R.A.P. A.S.A.P.reeping off the fits doing time in the penitentaryand as I creep I peep mista locsta with the gun outta his holstathinking he supposed to point it at mebut now everybody loves a cop killaso what I did is grabe my nine but before I put the clip inall I heard is pop pop pop what Im trippingmy body`s licking blood I cant call itone time murdering a young alcoholicIm on the ground with a 40 spilled on my chestbullet holes and it supposed to work bullet proof vestcaught slipping my niggaro`syou can burn that hearse cuz Ima walk to my funeral(Mia Bruce)can you feelcan you feel ityou know what you got to docan you feelwhy dont you takeyou know what you got to docan you feelwhy dont you takecan you feel(T.M. Shades)I cant believe that I got shot I thought I duckedI was just rolling my dice pressing my luckkicking it with them fellas drinking 40`s on the blocktalking about what my dice will do when they dropthen all of the sudden dam I think saw a gunafter I heard the bam that made everybody runIm trying to run but I aint cuz Im fallingmy body`s getting numbI hear my mother callingmy heart stops but it dont feel like Im deadand now Im seeing black puzzled and surprisedmy worst start nightmare was now realitizedand I didnt even get me a chance to say good bye to my mommyambulance covering my bodyput me in the truck closed the door stuck a tag on my toeand put me in a drawer case closedanother inocent victim victimizedin the wrong place at the wrong timemy story was wrote the book read now I might be laying here deadbut Ima walk to my funeral(Mia Bruce)can you feelI want to know why dont you just listen to mewhy dont you listen to mecan you feel(Brotha Lynch Hung)10 O clock at the set Lynch creptsome nigga rolled up in a mob wanted a cigarettenuttining now Im smoking on some indoand on that note he stuck a gage out the windowbreak yourself for that dank and your cashfoo try to take my grip and then mashIm like what, hehIm not going out foo I bust out my ol school and swing my things real coolso what upIm not tripping off your gage what upaint even packing you the brotha with the gage at my gutso bust he start loading me full of them shellsthere wasnt no way I was dropping Im bloody as hell6 holes in my body and Im trying to walkgrave yard straight called me Im living off a nerve shockand on my tombstone 1996and I got but Im gonna strike to my funeralyeah in the mothafucking house my nigga Shades you know(Mia Bruce)can you feel methanks for acompaning me ont this mothafucka ya know(Mia Bruce)can you feel mewe gonna do some damage ya know in the 96 ya know(Mia Bruce)can you feelcan you feel mecan you feel me

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