"My Funeral": Another song by yours truly
*I used the last part of "Hail Mary's" hook just to tell you*
"My Funeral"
{Verse 1}
Today I was shot, on the block//
by a .45 glock//
Niggas who had beef whith me came to make it stop//
it's fucked up ain't it, the way these niggas came in my place//
plastin through my fuckin dorrs pullin out the aces(guns)//
It was about five niggas dressed in all black//
some came from the front and some came from the back//
you could tell they were hired from the way the were packin//
and the clappin, was so unbelieveable that I started crackin//
the niggas had some dragon fire breathin in their eyes//
from the sight I could that tonight I was gonan die//
Whenmy nerves jolted, I escaped from the upper window//
I saw feathers flyin so a bullet had to hit my pillow//
I was scared, I wouldn't dare, to go against those niggas//
bullets ricochetin from the way they were squezzin those triggas//
I was able to get down about two blocks//
then I heard the sound of a .45 glock//
{Hook}
Someone's bleeding//
the number of doves we need is sixteen//
As you can see, Now someone has died tonight//
Michael withers la da da da//
Someone's bleeding//
the number of doves we need is sixteen//
As you can see, Now someone has died tonight//
Michael Withers la da da da//
{Verse 2}
I heard a kid said, " HEY DUCK!"//
What the fuck?, I ran out of luck//
who ever knew this bullet would make my spirit rise up//
I hit the ground so hard that it seemed as if I made it shake//
Couldn't dodge the bullets like I was in "The Matrix" causin an earth-quake//
I took the fact that it was the end of my life//
but I did not understand why it had to happen over strife//
(sirens wailing) When the papramedics I was put on the strecher//
(gunshots) the bullet puncutured my long I wasn't gettin any better//
I was dazzy, gettin crazy but they hadme strapped in//
I was thinkin, "No , no not another dead rapper story again"//
if you look at all the rappers who've died in the past//
most ofthem died from a fuckin gunblast//
My eyes were rollin back and my breath was slippin away//
in two days I'll be layin peacefully in my grave//
{Hook}
Someone's bleeding//
the number of doves we need is sixteen//
As you can see, Now someone has died tonight//
Michael Withers la da da da//
Some's bleeding//
the number of doves we need is sixteen//
As you can see now someone has died tonigh//
Michael Withers la da da da//
{Verse 3}
My funeral cost about two thousand//
tears droppin, people faintin, and strong emotions were poundin//
It reminded me of Aaliyah's death and man I couldn't take it//
when i heard the news I thought it was some fake shit//
but I knew it was my turn for me to go away//
I hada flashback of my life, of the better days//
when I was a rookie, makin all those records//
it was like the tale of the sheep and the leapord//
but my time was brutally put to a rest//
this time I was the one with a hole in the chest//
{Hook}
Someone's bleeding//
The number of doves we need is sixteen//
As you can see, Now someone has died tonight//
Michael Withers la da da da//
Someone's bleeding//
the number of doves we need is sixteen//
As you can see, Now someone has died tonight//
Michael Withers la da da da//
