Walkin’ 2 My Funeral Brotha Lynch Hung (Ft. Mia Bruce & T.M. Shades)

(Brotha Lynch Hung)
Creeping in the dark with a nine and a 4-O
5-O, 12 o'clock, so I creep slow
Deuce Four homies know I just can't claim, so I stay neutral
Pack me some ammo and a futhamuckin' 4-4
Can't pack a piece too often
End up having another sucka's guts hanging off 'em
In a 1-8-7 R.A.P. A.S.A.P
Reaping off the fits doing time in the penitentiary
And as I creep, I peep mista locsta with the gun outta his holster
Thinking he supposed to point it at me
But now everybody loves a cop killer
Just about as much as a young cap peeler
So what I did is grab my nine but
Before I put the clip in
All I heard is pop pop pop, what, I'm trippin'
My body's leaking 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 a supposed-to-work bulletproof vest
Caught slipping, my niggaro's
You can burn that hearse 'cause I'mma walk to my funeral

(Mia Bruce)
(Can you feel me?)
Can you feel it
You know what you got to do
(Can you feel me?)
Why don't you change?
You know what you got to do
(Can you feel me?)
Why don't you change?
(Can you feel me?)