The Funeral

Niggas are in a 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!