, free at last I feel the pressure letting go from the very bottom, of my soul. Flesh and bone fall to past like the ashes in the rain. And fade away... It's my Funeral
the line So thank you for coming along My time has come, I don't wanna leave you behind But this is the end of the line It's my funeral It's my funeral
Traduction: Dope. My Funeral.
alone, free at last I feel the pressure letting go from the very bottom, of my soul. Flesh and bone fall to past like the ashes in the rain. And fade away... It's my Funeral
Who would have guessed, that in my future years I'd be stressing Some say the ghetto's sick and corrupted Plus my P.O. won't let me hang with the
Rat-a-tat) I'm goin to sleep but wit my eyes open I'm gettin high and I pray that when I go, I can die smokin Go to the funeral, My homie's dead, He passed
50 Cent] As times go by, I twist a lot Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high But my
Don't ever step up in my face 'Cause stupid bitch, you'll get served Get on my dick, and stop steppin' I'm startin to loose all my nerve Your thirty-
[Bizzy] My nigga just entered your business, so can I get a witness? Can you duck? Fuck the po-po, pow Startin' to kick this, gonna get my shit, and then
son My history - a hypocrite, so what we gonna do? The dope is dope is only get the man since that is true So hip-hip with my lip as I rip with a felt
the 40-ounce bottles in the dope spot Bought my first Converse thought I couldn't be stopped When I creased up my khakis and threw on my Ronnie Lott
the make up Welcome to my nightmare, Someone please pinch me, cause I can?t seem to wake up No one?s here to save us, I wonder if my life?s a dream.
behind the make up Welcome to my nightmare, Someone please pinch me, cause I can't seem to wake up No one's here to save us, I wonder if my life's a dream
fuck court, fuck jail, hospitals and funerals (fuck 'em) i ain't goin, i'm hoein, you hoes out when i die, bury me with my dick in your mouth (chorus
that it's a haze, but I do recall thy funeral, them lowering me in, it was about that time when my soul kicked back in, I tried to move my fingers or
chain Or a mothafucking pinky ring Now it's gold cane If you see me on the dope train I'm the dope man Cigarettes in my right hand Ready to make
