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 a fothamukin 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 Just as bout' as much as a young capila 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