เนื้อเพลง The Funeral - 50 Cent

Boy you forgot my style

Flowers, funeral service, a kid's in the coffin
It sounds so familiar, don't it happen so often?
The shoot-out sh*t happens, the sister read the eulogy
Couldn't help but think, "N*gga better you than me"
Trey-eight ain't got no safety, that bullet got no name on it
But it's hard to miss when that thang got a beam on it
First shot pop off, e'rybody poppin
Shot the glass at the store front, we forgot God was watchin
Run run, hit the gate, D's yellin "Drop it"
N*ggaz gettin jammed up; better that than a jammed-up
His momma said a few words to her, "He was innocent"
She might've heard he did some sh*t but never saw no benefits
So in her eyes, he's mommy's lil' baby
But he was outside, talkin to n*ggaz crazy
In a room full of people came to pay their respect
I just came to get a close look at a n*gga to check
That n*gga dead as a doorknob, stiff as a nail
And my man, tomorrow he gon' get out of jail
R.O.R., trust me n*gga I know the law
Released on your Own Recognizance - that bullsh*t I'm on it
That's his first taste - I mean his first case
Got knocked with the strap - but not the one that clapped
This n*gga here we still got that, yeah
The first law in my hood is show no fear
Him and love was closer than we thought, that n*gga in here cryin
Oh sh*t, in the store he probably passed him the iron
These some grimy ass n*ggaz, full-breed vultures
Tryin to come up, still eatin around roaches
Cookie Crisp, Cap'n Crunch, breakfast of the champions
Lucky Charms, stay armed, and n*ggaz won't clap you then
We watch the side b*tch talk like she his main b*tch
His wifey just sat there, preachers wasn't sayin sh*t
Right jab, left hook, hand full of weave
This type sh*t a n*gga got to see to believe
These b*tches actin up in here, police they don't f*ckin care
Homicide snoop around to them, we all with the sh*t
Cousin back from college sayin he gon' get who did this sh*t
He a ball player n*gga, n*gga better play ball
You play with the wrong n*ggaz we gon' get to lettin off
I done seen enough, feel like it's time for me to split
Hit the parkin lot and chill where the weed is lit
Twist the cap, pour out a little liquor
All the theatrics, you know, like that was my n*gga
We all can't win, some of us gotta lose
Envision a lil' dog barkin at a pack of wolves
Cause that's what happened; yeah yeah, that's what happened
He just went on and on 'til n*ggaz started attackin
Actin like he was the only motherf*cker packin

Fifty bars of pleasure, fifty bars of pain
When I'm dead and I'm gone n*ggaz will remember the name
It's 50... yeah, yeah
Fifty bars of pleasure, fifty bars of pain
When I'm dead and I'm gone n*ggaz will remember the name
It's 50... yeah, yeah, haha