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 can't claim so I stay neutral Pack me some ammo and a FO-faMafuckin'FO-FO Can't 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 about as much as a young cap peela 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 leaking blood I can't call it One time murdering a young alcoholic I'm 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 I'mma walk to my funeral (Mia Bruce) Can you feel Can you feel it You know what you got to do Can you feel Why don't you take You know what you got to do Can you feel Why don't you take Can you feel (T.M. Shades) I can't 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- Damn, I think saw a gun After I heard the bam that made everybody run I'm trying to run but I ain't cuz Im falling My body's getting numb I hear my mother calling My heart stops but it dont feel like I'm dead And now I'm seeing black puzzled and surprised My worst start nightmare was now realitized And-- I didn't even get me a chance to say good bye to my mommy Am-bu-lance 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 innocent 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 I'mma walk to my funeral (Mia Bruce) Can you feel I want to know why don't you just listen to me Why don't 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 Nuttin-nathan, now I'm smoking on some indo And on that note he stuck a gauge out the window Break yourself for that dank and your cash Foo try to take my grip and then mash I'm like whattt, heh I'm not going out foo, I bust'em out ol' school, and swing my thangs real cool So what up I'm not tripping off your gauge, what up Ain't even packing you the brotha with the gauge at my gut So bust, he start loading me full of them shells There wasn't no way I was dropping I'm bloody as hell 6 holes in my body and I'm trying to walk Grave yard straight callin me I'm living off a nerve shock And on my tombstone 1990-deuce And I go but I'mma strike to my funeral [Outro] Yeah in the mothafucking house my nigga Shades you know Thanks for accompanynin' me on this mothafucka you know And we gon' do some damage, you know, in the 9-deuce You know, so I'm goin out like that (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