Funeral

Welcome to the funeral, yeah Closed casket as usual Yeah, welcome to the funeral The choir's singin' musicals Kumbaya, it's beautiful I bust in with that Uzi, though And they look like they saw Lucifer (rr) Welcome to the funeral We not welcome, we intruded, though You wanted smoke until you blew the smoke That's just inexcusable Welcome to the funeral, where we from, we ruin them We been to quite a few of 'em The reverend talk, we booin' him We throw up the Piru at him Welcome to the funeral, closed casket as usual Soul snatching as usual Amen, hallelujah though Whole family delusional Niggas crying like two year olds Bullet holes come through the doors I just crossed my heart, then I threw a rose Damn, welcome to your funeral Everybody knew you, bro Ain't nobody shootin' though Gotta die to see who you know Damn, welcome to the funeral Where we from, we ruin 'em The preacher preach, we shootin' him Now we need one for you and him That's why they should cremate ya Hope when you die they commemorate you Life is a movie and it's in theaters Some of y'alls already went to cable Get shot from afar, you can get a facial Black gun, chrome gun, interracial Weed so strong, need ventilation Funeral home need renovation I got your mom's teary eyed, that's precipitation Nigga when you died, did your bitch a favor Nigga, we gon' mob like the Genovese's Nigga, fat mob, I'ma Jenny Craig 'em Drive-bys in a Winnebago Snipers never hit a baby, crib or cradle Sit tomatoes on your head and split tomatoes from a hundred feet away, now it's a halo That's tomato sauce, Heinz 57 Catch up nigga, you behind, where I left you I hate your bitch, your mom, and your fellas, kids, cousins, uncles, aunts, and your nephews Shoot a pussy nigga in the face, closed casket Look his pretty kids in the face, poor bastard Tears running down his bitch face, romantic Two straps on me like the old Bo Jacksons (bah) In his face, closed casket Send him on the highway to heaven, no traffic My lil' nigga just caught a body, he ecstatic He cried tears of joy, then he got him tatted Welcome to the funeral, closed casket as usual Whole family delusional Amen, hallelujah though Choir singing musicals, Kumbaya, it's beautiful I bust in with the Uzi, though They look like they saw Lucifer Yeah, welcome to the funeral, everybody knew your bro Ain't nobody shootin' though That's just inexcusable Damn, welcome to the funeral Where we from, we ruin 'em I've been to quite a few of 'em My nigga, got immune to them Shoot a pussy nigga in the face, closed casket Huh, huh, bop Look his pretty kids in the face, poor bastards Goddamn, drive bys in a Winnebago Snipers never hit a baby, crib or cradle Sit tomatoes on your head and split tomatoes from a hundred feet away, now it's a halo In other words, a nigga dead