Brotha Lynch Hung - Walkin' 2 My Funeral [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Brotha Lynch Hung)
Creeping in the dark with a nine and a four O
5 O 12 O clock so I creep slow duece fo
Homies know I just can't claim so I stay neutral
Pack me some ammo and a FO-faMafuckin'FO-FO
Can't pack a piece too often
End up having another suckas guts hanging off
And a 187 R.A.P. A.S.A.P
Reeping off the fits doing time in the penitentary
And as I creep I peep mista locsta with the gun outta his holsta
Thinking he supposed to point it at me
But now everybody loves a cop killa
Just about as much as a young cap peela
So what I did is grab my nine BUT-
Before I put the clip in-
All I heard is pop pop pop what I'm trippin'
My body's leaking blood I can't call it
One time murdering a young alcoholic
I'm on the ground with a 40 spilled on my chest
Bullet holes and it supposed to work bullet proof vest
Caught slipping, my niggaro's
You can burn that hearse cuz I'mma walk to my funeral

(Mia Bruce)
Can you feel
Can you feel it
You know what you got to do
Can you feel
Why don't you take
You know what you got to do
Can you feel
Why don't you take
Can you feel

(T.M. Shades)
I can't believe that I got shot I thought I ducked
I was just rolling my dice pressing my luck
Kicking it with them fellas drinking 40's on the block
Talking about what my dice will do when they drop
Then all of the sudden- Damn, I think saw a gun
After I heard the bam that made everybody run
I'm trying to run but I ain't cuz Im falling
My body's getting numb
I hear my mother calling
My heart stops but it dont feel like I'm dead
And now I'm seeing black puzzled and surprised
My worst start nightmare was now realitized
And-- I didn't even get me a chance to say good bye to my mommy
Am-bu-lance covering my body
Put me in the truck, closed the door, stuck a tag on my toe
And put me in a drawer, case closed
Another innocent victim-victimized
In the wrong place, at the wrong time
My story was wrote, the book read, now I might be laying here dead
But I'mma walk to my funeral

(Mia Bruce)
Can you feel
I want to know why don't you just listen to me
Why don't you listen to me
Can you feel

(Brotha Lynch Hung)
10' O clock at the set Lynch crept
Some nigga rolled up in a mob wanted a cigarette
Nuttin-nathan, now I'm smoking on some indo
And on that note he stuck a gauge out the window
Break yourself for that dank and your cash
Foo try to take my grip and then mash
I'm like whattt, heh
I'm not going out foo, I bust'em out ol' school, and swing my thangs real cool
So what up
I'm not tripping off your gauge, what up
Ain't even packing you the brotha with the gauge at my gut
So bust, he start loading me full of them shells
There wasn't no way I was dropping I'm bloody as hell
6 holes in my body and I'm trying to walk
Grave yard straight callin me I'm living off a nerve shock
And on my tombstone 1990-deuce
And I go but I'mma strike to my funeral

[Outro]
Yeah in the mothafucking house my nigga Shades you know
Thanks for accompanynin' me on this mothafucka you know
And we gon' do some damage, you know, in the 9-deuce
You know, so I'm goin out like that

(Mia Bruce)
Can you feel me

Thanks for acompaning me ont this mothafucka ya know

(Mia Bruce)
Can you feel me

We gonna do some damage ya know in the 96 ya know

(Mia Bruce)
Can you feel
Can you feel me
Can you feel me