Brotha Lynch Hung Walkin' 2 My Funeral Lyrics

(Brotha Lynch Hung)
Creeping in the dark with a Nine and a Four O
Five Oh
12 O clock so I creep slow
Duece Fo
Homies know I just can't claim
so I stay neutral
Pack me some ammo and a fofaamuckin fo fo
----Can't pack a piece too often
End up having another sucka's guts hanging off
And a 1 8 7 R.A.P. A.S.A.P.
Reeping off the Fits
Doin' time in the penitentiary
And as I creep
I peep mista locsta with the gun out of his Holsta
Thinking he supposed to point it at me
But-Now
everybody loves a Cop Killa
Just as bout as much as a Young Cap Pilla
So what I did is grab my nine -But
Before I put the clip in-
All I heard is Pop Pop Pop - What? Im tripping
My body's licking blood I can't call it
One time murdering a young alcoholic
I'm on the ground with a 40
Spilled on my chest
Bullet holes and it supposed to work
Bullet proof vest
Caught slippin' my n____ros
You can burn that hearse cuz Ima walk to my funeral

(Mia Bruce)
can you feel
can you feel it
you know what you got to do
can you feel
why dont you take
you know what you got to do
can you feel
why dont you take
can you feel

(T.M. Shades)
I cant believe that I got shot--
I thought I ducked
I was just rolling my dice
Pressing my luck
Kicking it with them fellas
Drinking 40's on the block
talking about what my dice will do when they drop
Then all of the sudden d___
I think saw a gun
After I heard the Bam
That made everybody run
Im trying to run
But I ain't cuz I'm falling
My body's getting numb
I hear my mother calling
My heart stops but it dont feel like Im dead
I think I hear a bullet burnin cells in my head
And now Im seeing black
Puzzled and surprised
My worst start nightmare was now realitized
And
I didnt even get me a chance to say goodbye to my mommy
Ambulance covering my body
Put me in the truck
Close the door
Stuck a tag on my toe
And put me in a drawer
Case Closed
Another innocent victim, victimized
In the wrong place, at the wrong time
My story was wrote
The book read
Now I might be laying here dead
but Ima walk to my funeral

(Mia Bruce)
can you feel
I want to know why dont you just listen to me
why dont you listen to me
can you feel

(Brotha Lynch Hung)
10 O clock, at the set, Lynch crept
Some n____ rolled up in a mob
Wanted a cigarette
Nuttining now I'm smoking on some indo
And on that note he stuck a gauge out the window
Break yo'self for that dank and your cash
Foo try to take my grip and then mash
Im like what, heh
Im not going out foo
I'll bust'em out my ol' school
And swing my thangs real cool
So what up?
I'm not tripping off your guage what up?
Ain't even packing
You the brotha with the guage at my gut
So Bust
He start loading me
Full of them shells
There wasn't no way I was dropping
I'm b_____ as hell
6 holes in my body and Im trying to walk
Grave yard straight calling me
Im living off a nerve shock
And on my tombstone 1996
And I go,
But Ima strike to my funeral

Yeah,
in the m________ing house my n____ Shades, you know

(Mia Bruce)
can you feel me

Thanks for accompanying me ont this m________a ya know

(Mia Bruce)
can you feel me

We gonna do some damage ya know in the 96 ya know

(Mia Bruce)
can you feel
can you feel me
can you feel me