Walkin' 2 My Funeral Lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung

(Brotha Lynch Hung) 

creeping in the dark with a nine and a four O 

5 O 12 O clock so I creep slow duece fo 

homies know I just cant claim so I stay neutral 

pack me some ammo and a fothamukin fo fo 

cant pack a piece too often 

end up having another suckas guts hanging off 

and a 187 R.A.P. A.S.A.P. 

reeping off the fits doing time in the penitentary 

and as I creep I peep mista locsta with the gun outta his holsta 

thinking he supposed to point it at me 

but now everybody loves a cop killa 

just as bout' as much as a young capila 

so what I did is grabe my nine but before I put the clip in 

all I heard is pop pop pop what Im tripping 

my body's licking blood I cant call it 

one time murdering a young alcoholic 

Im on the ground with a 40 spilled on my chest 

bullet holes and it supposed to work bullet proof vest 

caught slipping my niggaro's 

you can burn that hearse cuz Ima walk to my funeral 

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(Mia Bruce) 

can you feel 

can you feel it 

you know what you got to do 

can you feel 

why dont you take 

you know what you got to do 

can you feel 

why dont you take 

can you feel 

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(T.M. Shades) 

I cant believe that I got shot I thought I ducked 

I was just rolling my dice pressing my luck 

kicking it with them fellas drinking 40's on the block 

talking about what my dice will do when they drop 

then all of the sudden dam I think saw a gun 

after I heard the bam that made everybody run 

Im trying to run but I aint cuz Im falling 

my body's getting numb 

I hear my mother calling 

my heart stops but it dont feel like Im dead 

and now Im seeing black puzzled and surprised 

my worst start nightmare was now realitized 

and I didnt even get me a chance to say good bye to my mommy 

ambulance covering my body 

put me in the truck closed the door stuck a tag on my toe 

and put me in a drawer case closed 

another inocent victim victimized 

in the wrong place at the wrong time 

my story was wrote the book read now I might be laying here dead 

but Ima walk to my funeral 

(Mia Bruce) 

can you feel 

I want to know why dont you just listen to me 

why dont you listen to me 

can you feel 

(Brotha Lynch Hung) 

10 O clock at the set Lynch crept 

some nigga rolled up in a mob wanted a cigarette 

nuttining now Im smoking on some indo 

and on that note he stuck a gage out the window 

break yourself for that dank and your cash 

foo try to take my grip and then mash 

Im like what, heh 

Im not going out foo I bust out my ol school and swing my things real cool 

so what up 

Im not tripping off your gage what up 

aint even packing you the brotha with the gage at my gut 

so bust he start loading me full of them shells 

there wasnt no way I was dropping Im bloody as hell 

6 holes in my body and Im trying to walk 

grave yard straight called me Im living off a nerve shock 

and on my tombstone 1996 

and I got but Im gonna strike to my funeral 

yeah in the mothafucking house my nigga Shades you know 

(Mia Bruce) 

can you feel me 

thanks for acompaning me ont this mothafucka ya know 

(Mia Bruce) 

can you feel me 

we gonna do some damage ya know in the 96 ya know 

(Mia Bruce) 

can you feel 

can you feel me 

can you feel me