Letras:
Dope My Funeral

, free at last I feel the pressure letting go from the very bottom, of my soul. Flesh and bone fall to past like the ashes in the rain. And fade away... It's my Funeral

, free at last I feel the pressure letting go from the very bottom, of my soul. Flesh and bone fall to past like the ashes in the rain. And fade away... It's my Funeral

-a-tat) I'm goin to sleep but wit my eyes open I'm gettin high and I pray that when I go, I can die smokin Go to the funeral, My homie's dead, He passed

Don't ever step up in my face 'Cause stupid bitch, you'll get served Get on my dick, and stop steppin' I'm startin to loose all my nerve Your thirty-eights

Cent] As times go by, I twist a lot Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high But my knife

the make up Welcome to my nightmare, Someone please pinch me, cause I can?t seem to wake up No one?s here to save us, I wonder if my life?s a dream.

it's a haze, but I do recall thy funeral, them lowering me in, it was about that time when my soul kicked back in, I tried to move my fingers or somethin

so many ways to hustle man, I got em all locked If you think about touching mine, the hammer?s on cocked Got my mind on my money and my money on my mind

fallen off the tracks well I sold my soul to the devil and then I stole it back I'm a dope fiend, I'm a liar, a cheat and a thief at my funeral, won'