Eulogy

Yeah Nigga Tompkins Project Since 1974 It's fucked up when niggas die I mean we living and dying In the Stuy all day, everyday BK Tompkins PJ stand up You heard me It's Money Goog Da Dude I'd rather not spend my last days In virtual obscurity Receiving disability Or Social Security I'd rather die young Well known in the hood Victim of a shell That was thrown in the hood Left owning the hood With a legendary status Loved by the thugs And the penitentiary's baddest Pursued by the beast Wanted for some fed time Put my picture on the front page Read it in the headlines Multi Platinum artist Hardest nigga in the world Survived by his wife And 2 precious little girls He will never be forgotten He's revered in the streets Before he got it popping He was feared in the street Drank beers, in the street No regard for the law Type of wild nigga Punch God in the jaw If the shit was called for Go to war with hell or heaven Somebody please make a call And tell the reverend He was a bad seed Planted on some bad land In other words he was a bad man A mad man Some label 'em a hood nigga But if my... people could tell it He was a good nigga Gyeah! He was a bad seed Planted on some bad land In other words he was a bad man A mad man Some label 'em a hood nigga But if my people could tell it He was a good nigga Gyeah Ggggyeah, gyeah Ggggyeah, gyeah Ggggyeah, gyeah gyeah gyeah Ayo, we all gotta go Some way, somehow Heaven or hell Might as well light an El now Pour out some liquor for a nigga Remember me Reminisce, I put it down How it was meant to be My mama loved me My pops ain't know no better How could they judge me Them fucking cops Ain't know no better Until they slug me Put holes up in my Polo sweater If I gotta go I couldn't pick a way To go no better So when I die I won't lie, I won't story you I want blunts and beers At my memorial And at my wake I want a reef made of reefer Fuck a six feet Tell 'em dig my shit deeper So I can get to hell quicker And on my tomb, let it read Money Goog was a real nigga Oh one more thing Before they bury the body And I reach the afterlife Let me make it to the after party Let me make it to the after party Gyeah Let me make it to the after party This is my Eulogy So many fallen comrades Blew away with the wind I wish it was a way To do away with the sin But it's not and it's hot So we walk with a sword Got the devil in our eyes When we talk to the Lord It's the rebel in disguise That will always be remembered True 2 Life Thug Cold blooded and hot tempered Don't worry homie I'ma ride on your enemies Bury alive Tear the hide off your enemies Send 'em to heaven You re-murder them bastards Send 'em back to earth I re-birth 'em and blast 'em I put some liquor in your casket A toast too In case them cats we blasted Approach you And tell my pops We gonna talk when I get there Hold me down We gonna spark when I get there Gyeah Let's see what heaven's weed'll Do to me And by the way, your daughter's Growing up so beautifully This is my Eulogy