50 Cent - The Funeral lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
[50 Cent - The Funeral lyrics]
Boy you forgot my style
Flowers, a funeral service
A kid's in the coffin it sound 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'' 38 ain't got no safety
That bullet got no name on it
But it's hard to miss when that
Thing got a beam on it
First shot, pop off, everybody popping shots
The glass at the store front
We forgot God was watching
Run, run, hit the gate
D's yelling ''drop it''
Niggas getting jammed up
Better that than a jammed up
His momma said a few words to her
He was innocent
She might have heard he did some shit
But never saw no benefit's
So in her eyes, he's mommy's little baby
But he was outside talking to niggas crazy
In a room full of people
Came to pay their respect
I just came in to get a
Close look at nigga to check
That nigga dead as a doorknob
Stiff as a nail
And my man, tomorrow he gon' get out of jail
ROR, trust me nigga I know the law
Release 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
First law in my hood is show no fear
Him and love was closer than we thought
That nigga in here crying
Oh shit, in the store
He probably passed him the iron
These some grimy ass niggas
Full breed vultures trying to come up
Still eating around roaches
Cookie Crisp, Captain Crunch
Breakfast of the champions
Lucky charms, stay armed
And niggas won't clap you then
We watch the side bitch talking
Like she his main bitch
His wifey just sat there
Preachers weren't saying shit
Right jab, left hook, hand full of weave
This type shit a nigga got to see to believe
These bitches acting up in here
Police they don't fucking care
Homicides snooping around of them
We all with the shit
Cousin back from college saying he gon'
Get who did this shit
He a ball player nigga
Nigga better play ball
You play with the wrong niggas we
Gon' get to letting off i done seen enough
Feel like it's time for me to split
Hit the parking lot
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 got to lose
Envision a lil' dog barking at
A pack of wolves
Cause that's what happened, yeah yeah
That's what happened he just went on and on
Till niggas started attacking
Acting like he was the
Only motherfucker packing
50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain
When I'm dead and I'm gone
Niggas will remember the name it's 50
Flowers, a funeral service
A kid's in the coffin it sound 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'' 38 ain't got no safety
That bullet got no name on it
But it's hard to miss when that
Thing got a beam on it
First shot, pop off, everybody popping shots
The glass at the store front
We forgot God was watching
Run, run, hit the gate
D's yelling ''drop it''
Niggas getting jammed up
Better that than a jammed up
His momma said a few words to her
He was innocent
She might have heard he did some shit
But never saw no benefit's
So in her eyes, he's mommy's little baby
But he was outside talking to niggas crazy
In a room full of people
Came to pay their respect
I just came in to get a
Close look at nigga to check
That nigga dead as a doorknob
Stiff as a nail
And my man, tomorrow he gon' get out of jail
ROR, trust me nigga I know the law
Release 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
First law in my hood is show no fear
Him and love was closer than we thought
That nigga in here crying
Oh shit, in the store
He probably passed him the iron
These some grimy ass niggas
Full breed vultures trying to come up
Still eating around roaches
Cookie Crisp, Captain Crunch
Breakfast of the champions
Lucky charms, stay armed
And niggas won't clap you then
We watch the side bitch talking
Like she his main bitch
His wifey just sat there
Preachers weren't saying shit
Right jab, left hook, hand full of weave
This type shit a nigga got to see to believe
These bitches acting up in here
Police they don't fucking care
Homicides snooping around of them
We all with the shit
Cousin back from college saying he gon'
Get who did this shit
He a ball player nigga
Nigga better play ball
You play with the wrong niggas we
Gon' get to letting off i done seen enough
Feel like it's time for me to split
Hit the parking lot
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 got to lose
Envision a lil' dog barking at
A pack of wolves
Cause that's what happened, yeah yeah
That's what happened he just went on and on
Till niggas started attacking
Acting like he was the
Only motherfucker packing
50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain
When I'm dead and I'm gone
Niggas will remember the name it's 50