The Funeral Lyrics - 50 Cent

You forgot my style 

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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 ain't got a 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, niggas won't clap you then 

We watch the side bitch talking like she a 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 

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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