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
, 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
Übersetzung: 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
G., doin' my thang Lettin' 'em hang, I represent bangity-bang I gettin' off into shit you can not handle I'm settin' it off in this bitch, thinkin' of scandals 'Bout my
shit with pictures for my niggas and bitches still wishing they was here but they gone not forgotten but in memory I'm strapped up ridin, you know me nigga bout getting my
4, some call them fantastic She called me fantastic, I called her a fat bitch Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket The funeral service was fucking
some call them fantastic she called me fantastic I called her a fat bitch still killed the pussy, put the cat in a casket the funeral service was fuckin
adolescent 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
-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
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 knife
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-eights
: [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
aroma murder deploma but first (I.C.P. bitch and this ain't a verse) heh Push a herst stream up out my funeral 489 V is on the pill I swallow So if you
keys to a truck Me, I'm overloaded, born hard and scarred Crime intellect More complex than nerves in your spinal chord Bank job my forte Not off of gunplay Hostage taker I killed my
schools 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 (
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 somethin