Brotha Lynch Hung - Walkin' 2 My Funeral lyrics

[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 I'm [?] mothaf**ing fo fo cant pack a piece too often end up having another s**as 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 k**a 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 n***aro's you can burn that hearse cuz Ima walk to my funeral [Mia Bruce] can you feel can you feel it you know what you got to do can you feel why don't you take you know what you got to do can you feel why don't you take can you feel [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 I'm trying to run but I ain't cuz I'm falling my body's getting numb I hear my mother calling my heart stops but it don't feel like I'm dead and now I'm seeing black puzzled and surprised my worst start nightmare was now realitized and I didn't 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 innocent 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 don't you just listen to me why don't you listen to me can you feel [Brotha Lynch Hung] 10 O clock at the set Lynch crept some n***a rolled up in a mob wanted a cigarette nuttining now I'm 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 I'm like what, heh I'm not going out foo I bust out my ol school and swing my things real cool so what up I'm not tripping off your gage what up ain't even packing you the brotha with the gage at my gut so bust he start loading me full of them shells there wasn't no way I was dropping I'm bloody as hell 6 holes in my body and I'm trying to walk grave yard straight called me I'm living off a nerve shock and on my tombstone 1996 and I got but I'm gonna strike to my funeral yeah in the mothaf**ing house my n***a Shades you know [Mia Bruce] can you feel me thanks for acompaning me don't this mothaf**a 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