Mr. Big 8Ball & MJG

[Intro - Funeral]
We are all gathered here, today
To witness the funeral of this fine young specimen
A fine gentleman (oh, yes he was!)... a pimp (it's fucked up!)
Lord, have mercy, I did say a pimp, baby
This is not a sad occasion
This is something that we must all cherish, and hold within us, as strength

[Spoken Word: MJG]
But check it, enough of the small talk about the trick who died in the nine-deuce
It's the nine-tre, and it's all about my nigga 8Ball
Raised in Orange Mound, the roughest part of Tennessee
He's a new nigga on the block, and he got the whole block sold up
He pack a gat, and them hoes say all that
So, check it out-- you wanna fuck with him?
You better come prepared
Don't say Mr. Money didn't warn you about a nigga they call...
Mr. Big
You see, it's real fat for the nine-tre
Suave out, peace

[Verse 1: 8Ball]
Now, I was broke as a muthafucka, my life at the end, see
My so-called friends, they had no ends to lend me
My job at Mickie D's was fuckin' me with no grease
I worked so fuckin' hard, but the money, it never increased
I quit my fuckin' job, I have no job, nigga
Put on the mask, get the Glock, it's time to rob, nigga
I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen
Damn, I was nervous, but my fear didn't stop my strollin'
Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was struck
I felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked
Reachin for my tech, some niggas kicked me in my chest
My eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death
I woke up at the med, still woozy from my jackin
T-Money walked in, then he told me what had happened
I knew him from the hood, but I did not know him well
He drove a red Jag, and I heard that he was bale
He said he was out rollin' when he seen me in distress
He said he killed the muthafuckin' niggas with his TEC
He offered me a job, said he'd front me what I needed
I said that I was with it, dreamin' one day I would be
Mr. Big