After I Die

"Sending out a death shout to my boy Point Blank...May he rest in Peace..." "What? They did kill my nigga Blank..?" Put me to sleep, Blank rest in peace Put me to sleep, Blank rest in peace Put me to sleep, Blank rest in peace Put me to sleep, Blank rest in peace After I die gonna be a lot of shit Cause ain't no telling what my niggas fuck around to do this trick They squeezed the trigger on me Cause I squeezed the trigger on his little brother yesterday I can still remember when I shot him Voices screaming in my head: oh, my god Damn, it was so simple But the very next day I caught two to the temple I wonder what my family gonna say Maybe they was looking for me to die anyway You know, my feelings was hurt I just got out the penitentiary, now they put me in the dirt To make a long story short I was terrible Niggas found no weed when they came to my burial Bitches cried as they put me in the ground But sometimes I think it was meant for me to lay it down I appreciate if you kiss me But I ain't gonna have mothafuckas standing, crying over my body Just let a nigga sleep Fucking with me and shit, how the hell I suppose to rest in peace? My son don't know about the tragic He's just crying cause they won't let him to play in my casket I can see my girl's face, I know she can't stand it Looking like a mind's on another planet I had a lot of niggas down with me Uuuh, I just hope to God they don't forget me Yeah, a lot of niggas hated me And to see me in a grave is what they wanted to see A rough brother from South Park And I blame Illinois for making me hard Point Blank is guilty Of being mentally fucked up and that's what killed me I like to send peace to the brother that squeezed the trigger Uuuh, he's a bold ass nigga And all I got to say I was tired of this bitch ass Earth anyway I'm out... 86 dope...dope...dope... Put me to sleep, bitch...