has now come The fallen one has given birth Praise the morning son He now walks the earth Release my soul and let me be Your hand on earth in victory Fallen one
killing me Hey, hey, hey If I died, yeah, would you come to my funeral? Would you cry, would you feel some regret that we didn't try? Or would you fall
game The friends, the foes, the Benz, the hoes The studios, the shows, comes and it goes The jealousy, the envy, the phony, the friendly The one that gave 'em the slugs, the one
first place If all I saw was gangsters comin? up as a youngster Pussy and money the only language I clung ta Claim ta, I bought myself up to become one
I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe I ain't tryna fight, I ain't tryna fuss I trying for the money, they tryna fall in love. [Chorus
{Should we do another one then? Dead right Lets go One, two, three, four} A town of disrespect, the trains are wrecked The night is younger than us Nowhere
prescriptions so we all gon' die CVS is slangin' dope on every block worldwide Since, spies up and had the dope game on fine Then it's only right for one
goin' out to all the fallen soldiers who died in the line of duty, you know what I'm sayin my playboy Tupac, rest in peace my playboy, Biggie Smalls, one
I provide For your blasphemy, I bring you disease, a funeral feast I take the helm and steer you into, a hellish domain You fall in the streets, succumb
plot thickens They got a plot to make a profit with they glocks spittin' They call the squad, hittin' blocks with they guns blowin' Somebody's gonna die tonight Still no one
fall out the car and try to crawl with one arm I'm 'bout to lose it all in a pool of alcohol If my funeral's tomorrow wonder would they even call? When
in the aquarium I rarely hear no, like when niggas ask you to marry them There's no lights in the place you buy your jewelry from Funeral fab, I'm just
don't idolize me only one GOD. The ceremony of our innocence is drown seeing evil clowns and they're dancing all around I don't cry at funerals I cry
testin one two testin And countin my blessings And pray for the brotherman with an m-60 in his hand, Eatin spam So one more time, testin one two, and
chota, livin? la vida loca Look in my pockets, someone always had some fusca You know how it is, you rollin? through you keep trucha Bullets flyin? I ain't lyin?, I got hit by one
boys get the worst I aim your forehead it burst I'm evil Fires in my sky I see no diamonds it's true Aim for you guts and blow your breakfast out behind you I'm one
boys get the worst, I aim your forehead and burst I'm evil, fires in the sky, I see no diamonds it's true Aim for your guts and blow your breakfast out behind you I'm one
That's no BS at your request Lean back you and your crew Fat Joe TS Yeah it's young funeral Hard black on me So act like summers over and fall back homie
