Looking at Life Through a Funeral
Lyrics 50-Cent Flowers, funeral service, a kid's in the coffin It sounds so familiar, don't it happen so often? The shoot-out shit happens, the sister read the eulogy Couldn't help but think, "Nigga better you than me" Trey-eight ain't got no safety, that bullet got no name on it But it's hard to miss when that thang got a beam on it First shot pop off, e'rybody poppin Shot the glass at the store front, we forgot God was watchin Run run, hit the gate, D's yellin "Drop it" Niggaz gettin jammed up; better that than a jammed-up His momma said a few words to her, "He was innocent" She might've heard he did some shit but never saw no benefits So in her eyes, he's mommy's lil' baby But he was outside, talkin to niggaz crazy In a room full of people came to pay their respect I just came to get a close look at a nigga to check That nigga dead as a doorknob, stiff as a nail And my man, tomorrow he gon' get out of jail R.O.R., trust me nigga I know the law Released on your Own Recognizance - that bullshit I'm on it That's his first taste - I mean his first case Got knocked with the strap - but not the one that clapped This nigga here we still got that, yeah The first law in my hood is show no fear Him and love was closer than we thought, that nigga in here cryin Oh shit, in the store he probably passed him the iron These some grimy ass niggaz, full-breed vultures Tryin to come up, still eatin around roaches Cookie Crisp, Cap'n Crunch, breakfast of the champions Lucky Charms, stay armed, and niggaz won't clap you then We watch the side bitch talk like she his main bitch His wifey just sat there, preachers wasn't sayin shit Right jab, left hook, hand full of weave This type shit a nigga got to see to believe These bitches actin up in here, police they don't fuckin care Homicide snoop around to them, we all with the shit Cousin back from college sayin he gon' get who did this shit He a ball player nigga, nigga better play ball You play with the wrong niggaz we gon' get to lettin off I done seen enough, feel like it's time for me to split Hit the parkin lot and chill where the weed is lit Twist the cap, pour out a little liquor All the theatrics, you know, like that was my nigga We all can't win, some of us gotta lose Envision a lil' dog barkin at a pack of wolves Cause that's what happened; yeah yeah, that's what happened He just went on and on 'til niggaz started attackin Actin like he was the only motherfucker packin Fifty bars of pleasure, fifty bars of pain When I'm dead and I'm gone niggaz will remember the name It's 50... yeah, yeah Fifty bars of pleasure, fifty bars of pain When I'm dead and I'm gone niggaz will remember the name It's 50... yeah, yeah, haha
Visiting the House of Mourning
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