The Funeral (Intro)

Niggas are in a state of emergency The Death Side, a mirrored image 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 Get all folks together, walk this way Can't believe it though 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