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50 Cent Lyrics The Funeral Lyrics

Boy you forgot my style

Flowers funeral service a kids in the coffin
It sounds so familiar dont it happen so often?
The shoot-out shit happens the sister read the eulogy
Couldnt help but think Nigga better you than me
Trey-eight aint got no safety that bullet got no name on it
But its hard to miss when that thang got a beam on it
First shot pop off erybody poppin
Shot the glass at the store front we forgot God was watchin
Run run hit the gate Ds 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 mightve heard he did some shit but never saw no benefits
So in her eyes hes mommys 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 Im on it
Thats 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 Capn Crunch breakfast of the champions
Lucky Charms stay armed and niggaz wont clap you then
We watch the side bitch talk like she his main bitch
His wifey just sat there preachers wasnt 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 dont f*ckin 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 its 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 cant win some of us gotta lose
Envision a lil dog barkin at a pack of wolves
Cause thats what happened yeah yeah thats what happened
He just went on and on til niggaz started attackin
Actin like he was the only motherf*cker packin

Fifty bars of pleasure fifty bars of pain
When Im dead and Im gone niggaz will remember the name
Its 50... yeah yeah
Fifty bars of pleasure fifty bars of pain
When Im dead and Im gone niggaz will remember the name
Its 50... yeah yeah haha

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