The Funeral lyrics

by

Jadakiss


[Produced by Jake One]

[Intro]
Boy you forgot my style

[Verse 1]
Flowers, a funeral service, a kid's in the coffin
It sound so familiar, don't it happen so often?
The shoot-out sh*t happens, the sister read the eulogy
Couldn't help but think ''n*gga 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''
n*ggas 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 sh*t, but never saw no benefits
So in her eyes, he's mommy's little baby
But he was outside talking to n*ggas crazy
In a room full of people came to pay their respect
I just came in to get a close look at n*gga to check
That n*gga dead as a doorknob, stiff as a nail
And my man, tomorrow he gon' get out of jail
ROR, trust me n*gga I know the law
Release on your own recognizance, that bullsh*t 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 n*gga here we still got that, yeah
First law in my hood is show no fear
Him and love was closer than we thought, that n*gga in here crying
Oh sh*t, in the store, he probably passed him the iron
These some grimy ass n*ggas, full breed vultures
Trying to come up, still eating around roaches
Cookie Crisp, Captain Crunch, breakfast of the champions
Lucky charms, stay armed, and n*ggas won't clap you then
We watch the side b*tch talking like she his main b*tch
His wifey just sat there, preachers weren't saying sh*t
Right jab, left hook, hand full of weave
This type sh*t a n*gga got to see to believe
These b*tches acting up in here
Police they don't f*cking care
Homicides snooping around of them, we all with the sh*t
Cousin back from college saying he gon' get who did this sh*t
He a ball player n*gga, n*gga better play ball
You play with the wrong n*ggas 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 n*gga
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 n*ggas started attacking
Acting like he was the only motherf*cker packing
[Outro x2]
50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain
When I'm dead and I'm gone n*ggas will remember the name
It's 50
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