half of it And I'll never learn to laugh at it In my good natured way In fact I'm laughing less in general But I learned a lot at my own funeral And
's dressed up in a suit, when he used to wear polos I wonder if there's a heaven for a gangsta, a killa, and a shoota I wish some nigga gunned john gotti
saved so many lives To Kingdom come, to hell and gone To somewhere far away Where murder does not break a heart On a sunny day A burly man with a
The hearse marches into work, in black and white uniform Dressed for that funeral, not a fly viewing his burial Yeah see those reclaiming, through revolving
hold on for dear life 'till it comes judgement day. True love never dies..It just walks away...... JUDGEMENT DAY JUDGEMENT DAY These memories surround me, but don't make a
sky your instinct's running high it's calling out your name just leave what you became Start looking for a goal, a life truly your own. Better a new course
have no job, nothing to eat A way of live, but not their choice Nobody cares, don't hear their voice It's a daily battle, there's no other way What
RUN FOR YOUR LIFE or YOU GONNA END UP DEAD A Secret meeting's going on where no one nows about This must be a conspiracy, their leader's shouting loud : a
life 'cause shit ain't tight in these streets That's why I stay squeezin' my heat and strippin' life from mammals A hungry young hustler ready to gamble For a better way
want no top twenty funeral or a hundred grand. There was a little boy stood on a burning log, Rubbing his hands with glee. he said, ``oh mother england
can do anything dependin' on the task I tend to be on blast more often than not Between a rock and a hard place, I soften my spot, talkin' a lot That
Squad) Look here." Chorus: Lil' Fame (Billy Danze) Its a (cold world) show nuf Its on, its a (cold world)so bitch nigga dress warm Slum ass wanna
death rap Dress suitable you are invited to a funeral Bash the mic in your head Cause your raps stinks like you're dead Like a crackhead in a rykers?
Jerz with the blood and sharks fuck the mark, there's only one Napolean, It's me standing here strong, in a dressing room wit a tech on me ride on whoever
the piece and knock his body a couple of feet When I rush your front door, you get a few to your stomach Hope they dress you up nice because your funeral
up. Roll around the streets, get drunk and shoplift. Freestyle me, while I continue to bullshit. A teenage life, when you think you know everything, about everything, and don't know a
, But life goes on and a queen must smile." Then hark a?? just then Hamlet hears a sound From behind the curtain a?? like a mouse skitt'rin' a?round