"The Funeral" as written by O'shea Jackson and Anthony D. Wheaton....
Niggas are in a state of emergency
The death side, mirror damage 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
Come on brothers we gotta walk this way
Can't believe it man
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


Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher

"The Funeral" as written by O'shea Jackson Anthony D. Wheaton

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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