The Funeral lyrics - 50 Cent

 Boy you forgot my style


Flowers, a funeral service, a kid's in the coffin

It sound so familiar, don't it happen so often?

The shoot-out shit happens, the sister read the eulogy

Couldn't help but think "nigga better you than me"

.38 ain't got no safety, that bullet got no name on it

But it's hard to miss when that thing got a beam on it

First shot, pop off, everybody popping shots

The glass at the store front, we forgot God was watching

Run, run, hit the gate, D's yelling "drop it"

Niggas getting jammed up, better that than a jammed up

His momma said a few words to her, he was innocent

She might have heard he did some shit, but never saw no benefits

So in her eyes, he's mommy's little baby

But he was outside talking to niggas crazy

In a room full of people came to pay their respect

I just came in to get a close look at nigga to check

That nigga dead as a doorknob, stiff as a nail

And my man, tomorrow he gon' get out of jail

ROR, trust me nigga I know the law

Release on your own recognizance, that bullshit I'm on it

That's 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

First law in my hood is show no fear

Him and love was closer than we thought, that nigga in here crying

Oh shit, in the store, he probably passed him the iron

These some grimy ass niggas, full breed vultures

Trying to come up, still eating around roaches

Cookie Crisp, Captain Crunch, breakfast of the champions

Lucky charms, stay armed, and niggas won't clap you then

We watch the side bitch talking like she his main bitch

His wifey just sat there, preachers weren't saying shit

Right jab, left hook, hand full of weave

This type shit a nigga got to see to believe

These bitches acting up in here

Police they don't fucking care

Homicides snooping around of them, we all with the shit

Cousin back from college saying he gon' get who did this shit

He a ball player nigga, nigga better play ball

You play with the wrong niggas we gon' get to letting off

I done seen enough, feel like it's time for me to split

Hit the parking lot, 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 can't win, some of us got to lose

Envision a lil' dog barking at a pack of wolves

Cause that's what happened, yeah yeah, that's what happened

He just went on and on till niggas started attacking

Acting like he was the only motherfucker packing


50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain

When I'm dead and I'm gone niggas will remember the name

It's 50


50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain

When I'm dead and I'm gone niggas will remember the name

It's 50

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