(Intro)
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You forgot my style
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(Verse)
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Flowers, a funeral service, a kid's in the coffin
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It sound so familiar, don't it happen so often?
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The shoot-out shit happens, the sister read the eulogy
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Couldn't help but think ''nigga better you than me''
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.38 ain't got no safety, that bullet ain't got a name on it
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But it's hard to miss when that thing got a beam on it
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First shot, pop off, everybody popping shots
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The glass at the store front, we forgot God was watching
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Run, run, hit the gate, D's yelling ''drop it''
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Niggas getting jammed up, better that than a jammed up
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His momma said a few words to her, he was innocent
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She might have heard he did some shit, but never saw no benefits
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So in her eyes, he's mommy's little baby
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But he was outside talking to niggas crazy
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In a room full of people came to pay their respect
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I just came in to get a close look at nigga to check
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That nigga dead as a doorknob, stiff as a nail
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And my man Jamal he gon' get out of jail
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ROR, trust me nigga I know the law
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Release all your anaconda's, that bullshit I'm on it
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That's his first taste, I mean his first case
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Got knocked with the strap, but not the one that clapped
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This nigga here we still got that, yeah
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First law in my hood is show no fear
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Him and love was closer than we thought, that nigga in here crying
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Oh shit, in the store, he probably passed him the iron
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These some grimy ass niggas, full breed vultures
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Trying to come up, still eating around roaches
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Cookie Crisp, Captain Crunch, breakfast of the champions
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Lucky charms, stay armed, niggas won't clap you in
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We watch the side bitch talking like she a main bitch
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His wifey just sat there, bitches weren't saying shit
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Right jab, left hook, hand full of weave
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This type shit a nigga got to see to believe
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These bitches acting up in here
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Police they don't fucking care
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Homicides snooping around of them, we all with the shit
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Cousin back from college saying he gon' get who did this shit
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He a ball player nigga, nigga better play ball
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You play with the wrong niggas we gon' get to letting off
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I done seen enough, feel like it's time for me to split
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Hit the parking lot, chill where the weed is lit
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Twist the cap, pour out a little liquor
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All the theatrics, you know, like that was my nigga
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We all can't win, some of us got to lose
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Envision a lil' dog barking at a pack of wolves
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Cause that's what happened, yeah yeah, that's what happened
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He just went on and on till niggas started attacking
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Acting like he was the only motherfucker packing
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(Outro x2)
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50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain
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When I'm dead and I'm gone niggas will remember the name
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This is 50
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The Funeral
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| 50 Cent |
