Walkin` 2 My Funeral

(Brotha Lynch Hung)<br>creeping in the dark with a nine and a four O<br>5 O 12 O clock so I creep slow duece fo<br>homies know I just cant claim so I stay neutral<br>pack me some ammo and Im (?) mothafucking fo fo<br>cant pack a piece too often<br>end up having another suckas guts hanging off<br>and a 187 R.A.P. A.S.A.P.<br>reeping off the fits doing time in the penitentary<br>and as I creep I peep mista locsta with the gun outta his holsta<br>thinking he supposed to point it at me<br>but now everybody loves a cop killa<br>so what I did is grabe my nine but before I put the clip in<br>all I heard is pop pop pop what Im tripping<br>my body`s licking blood I cant call it<br>one time murdering a young alcoholic<br>Im on the ground with a 40 spilled on my chest<br>bullet holes and it supposed to work bullet proof vest<br>caught slipping my niggaro`s<br>you can burn that hearse cuz Ima walk to my funeral<br><br>(Mia Bruce)<br>can you feel<br>can you feel it<br>you know what you got to do<br>can you feel<br>why dont you take<br>you know what you got to do<br>can you feel<br>why dont you take<br>can you feel<br><br>(T.M. Shades)<br>I cant believe that I got shot I thought I ducked<br>I was just rolling my dice pressing my luck<br>kicking it with them fellas drinking 40`s on the block<br>talking about what my dice will do when they drop<br>then all of the sudden dam I think saw a gun<br>after I heard the bam that made everybody run<br>Im trying to run but I aint cuz Im falling<br>my body`s getting numb<br>I hear my mother calling<br>my heart stops but it dont feel like Im dead<br>and now Im seeing black puzzled and surprised<br>my worst start nightmare was now realitized<br>and I didnt even get me a chance to say good bye to my mommy<br>ambulance covering my body<br>put me in the truck closed the door stuck a tag on my toe<br>and put me in a drawer case closed<br>another inocent victim victimized<br>in the wrong place at the wrong time<br>my story was wrote the book read now I might be laying here dead<br>but Ima walk to my funeral<br><br>(Mia Bruce)<br>can you feel<br>I want to know why dont you just listen to me<br>why dont you listen to me<br>can you feel<br><br>(Brotha Lynch Hung)<br>10 O clock at the set Lynch crept<br>some nigga rolled up in a mob wanted a cigarette<br>nuttining now Im smoking on some indo<br>and on that note he stuck a gage out the window<br>break yourself for that dank and your cash<br>foo try to take my grip and then mash<br>Im like what, heh<br>Im not going out foo I bust out my ol school and swing my things real cool<br>so what up<br>Im not tripping off your gage what up<br>aint even packing you the brotha with the gage at my gut<br>so bust he start loading me full of them shells<br>there wasnt no way I was dropping Im bloody as hell<br>6 holes in my body and Im trying to walk<br>grave yard straight called me Im living off a nerve shock<br>and on my tombstone 1996<br>and I got but Im gonna strike to my funeral<br><br>yeah in the mothafucking house my nigga Shades you know<br><br>(Mia Bruce)<br>can you feel me<br><br>thanks for acompaning me ont this mothafucka ya know<br><br>(Mia Bruce)<br>can you feel me<br><br>we gonna do some damage ya know in the 96 ya know<br><br>(Mia Bruce)<br>can you feel<br>can you feel me<br>can you feel me