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Now I'm, creepin in the dark with a nine and a four-oh
Five-oh, twelve o'clock, so I creep slow
Deuce-four, homies know I just can't claim, so I stay neutral
Pack me some ammo and a blubber-muckin' four-four
Can't pack a piece too often
End up havin another sucker's guts hangin off him
And a one-eight-seven, R-A-P, A-S-A-P
Reapin off the pits, doin time in the penitentiary
And as I creep, I peep Mr. Locsta with a gun out of his holster
Thinkin he's supposed to point it at me
But now, everybody loves a cop killer
Just as 'bout as much as a young cap peeler
So what I did is grab my nine, but before I put the clip in
All I heard is "Pop, pop, pop, what? I'm trippin"
My body's leakin blood, I can't call it
One-time murder and a young alcoholic
I'm on the ground with a forty spilled on my chest
Bullet holes in a supposed-to-wear-bulletproof vest
Caught slippin, my niggaroes
You can burn that hearse, cause I'mma walk to my funeral
And even if my mama don't love me no mo'
Yo bro, what'cha gonna do? Gonna walk to my funeral
And if my son gets done, by another fool's bullet hole
Put him on my back while we walk to my funeral
A boy gotta be a man someday
But one day soon, I'll make room for me to walk to my funeral
And a daddy may have me but he let me go
So while he's layin in his grave I'mma walk to my funeral
And even if my mama don't love me no mo'
Yo bro, what'cha gonna do? Gonna walk to my funeral
And if my son gets done, by another fool's bullet hole
Put him on my back while we walk to my funeral
A boy gotta be a man someday
But one day soon, I'll make room for me to walk to my funeral
And a daddy may have me but he let me go
So while he's layin in his grave I'mma walk to my funeral
I can't believe it, I got shot, I thought I ducked
I was just rollin my dice, pressin my luck
Kickin it with the fellas, drinkin forties on the block
Talkin about what my dice'll do when they drop
Then all of a sudden, damn, I think I saw a gun
After I heard the "bam" that made everybody run
I'm tryin to run, but I can't cause I'm fallin
My body's gettin numb, I hear my mother callin
My heart stops but it don't feel like I'm dead
I think I hear a bullet burnin cells in my head
And now I'm seein black, puzzled and surprised
My worst startin nightmare was now realitized
And, I didn't even get me a chance to say goodbye
To my mommy, ambulance coverin 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 innocent victim victimized
In the wrong place, at the wrong time
My story was wrote, the book read, now I might be layin here dead
But I'mma walk to my funeral
And even if my mama don't love me no mo'
Yo bro, what'cha gonna do? Gonna walk to my funeral
And if my son gets done, by another fool's bullet hole
Put him on my back while we walk to my funeral
A boy gotta be a man someday
But one day soon, I'll make room for me to walk to my funeral
And a daddy may have me but he let me go
So while he's layin in my grave I'mma walk to my funeral
Ten o'clock, after Set Lynch crept
Some nigga rolled up in the mob, wanted a cigarette
Nuttin-ate, now I'm smokin on some indo
And on that note, he stuck a gauge out the window
"Brake yourself for that dank and your cash"
Fool tried to take my grip and then mash
I'm like "Whaaat? Huh, I'm not goin out, fool"
I bust him out old school, and slang my thangs real cool
So what up? I'm not trippin off your gauge, what up?
Ain't even packin, you the brother with the gauge at my guts
So bust, he start loadin me, full of them shells
There wasn't no way I was droppin, I'm bloody as hell
Six holes in my body and I'm tryin to walk
Graveyard straight callin me, I'm livin off of nerve shock
And on my tombstone "1992"
And I go, but I'mma strike to my funeral
Yeah, in the motherfuckin house, my nigga Shade, you know?
Thanks for accompanyin me, on this motherfucker, you know?
And we gon' do some damage, you know, in the '92
You know? So I'm goin out like that
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