Xzibit - Play This At My Funeral Posted by RAP OU CRĒVE 15 OCT 2024, 12:15 Share this : Share this: 93 Share this : Share this: Subscribe to RAP OU CRĒVE Share this : Share this: 0 LYRICS IntroThat nothing is impossible if you are hereYeah, huhI swear to GodI know I'm not supposed toBut I swear to GodIt's been a long journeyMan, I wouldn't do it over if I could (Huh)They say, a coward dies a thousand deathsBut a man, a man only dies onceYeah, huhVerseI put together my suit of armor like Tony Stark'sI seen dynasties come together, but never startNiggas ain't with me right now 'cause they ain't had a heartThey get emotional, hold grudges, and fall apartI am the Alpha, Omega, I am the Holy Grail (Damn)I am from cook it, cut it, serve it and make the saleGood to be back this yearFeast your asses in fearI feel Scientology clear, yeahDamn, it feels good to be aliveRecognized I was better off blessing in disguise, yeahI will shoot you right between the eyesTake a selfie with your corpse eating a burger with some fries (Ha-ha, damn)I think I need to exercise 'cause I gained a little weightBut shit, my pockets is straight, bitchRebirth, triple my worth'Cause everything is possible on God's green earthSee, I was just a kid when I had a kidWith no real definition of what a family isY'all niggas don't understand meIt was just me and TremaineWith Ileani as nanny, yeahFirst world problems, came up from coming upGuilty of shotgunning niggas 'cause they was running upFuck, I been fighting so long I sleep in combat bootsI don't never take them offPathetic, no work ethic, bad creditBitch, get out my wayYou is not readyFor a nigga with a sense of purposeI ain't perfectI'm always workingMy sense is urgent (Damn)A different person, I was sick of hurtingClose the curtainNo reversingAstral turfingThere is only two things for certainThat we born alone, die alone, and birds keep chirpingI remember curb servingGot my hands dirtyGraduated to high learningCrack'll make your skin crawl, leave your eyes burningI grew up to Rakim, Daddy Kane, and Erick SermonIt was me and ErickHotter than Satan in the 3 Series BMW sitting on gold daytonsShit, people really hard to trust, it was only usBitch niggas avoided us, they never got along with usSixteen in a shooter, barracudaPut an unregistered six shooter up to your soup coolersBitch, this is a song without a hookYou've been entertained enoughY'all niggas need to read some booksSelf-preservation is the only wayGet the fuck out my country, that's what the Devil sayA Kingmaker, I left Wakanda and moved to QueensI wish Prince Akeem was here to interveneWhen I felt discouraged, thought I was losing steamOn the verge of losing everything, what the fuck you meanI've been working my whole life to get to this fightTo sit in this position, this is rightfully mine, rightY'all motherfuckers know what time it isTime to grow the fuck up, get a job, and feed your kidsKingmaker from the West, if you wanna make it hereBetter say it with your chest, niggaOutroYeah, you got to say it with your chest, nigga Back to: Videos Clips