the funeral
Niggas are in the state of emergency
The Death Side, a mirrored image of where we are today
The Life Side, a vision of where we need to go
So sign your death certificate...
Fuck all y'all!
Lisa got him
Alright, on three, one, two, three
Get all folks together, walk this way
Can't believe it though
The homeboy, hey, open that door
Open it, alright 'right
We've come together by God's demand
Whether it be for life or death
Well, this morning, it's over the mourning
Of one of our little brothers
This brother was a good brother
He didn't get into an excessive amount of trouble
But it's one thing, it's one thing, it's one thing...
He was the wrong nigga to fuck with!