Songtexte Play This At My Funeral - Xzibit

I swear to God
I know I'm not supposed to
But I swear to God
It's been a long journey
Man, I wouldn't do it over again if I could
They say
A coward dies a thousand deaths
But a man
A man only dies once

I put together my suit of armor like Tony Starks
I've seen dynasties come together, but never start
Niggaz ain't with me right now cause they ain't have the heart
They get emotional, hold grudges and fall apart
I am the Alpha Omega, I am the holy Grail
I am from cook it, cut it, serve it and make the sale
Good to be back this year, Peace to Ras and Saffir, I feel Scientology clear
Damn, it feels good to be alive recognized I was better off blessing in disguise
Yeah, I will shoot you right between the eyes, take a selfie with your corpse, eating a burger with some fries
Damn, I think I need to exercise, cause I gained a little weight but shit my pockets are straight, bitch
Rebirth, triple my worth, cause everything is possible on God's green earth
See I was just a kid when I had a kid, with no real definition of what a family is
Y'all niggaz Don't understand me, it was just me and Tremayne with Eliani, his nanny
First world problems, came up from coming up
Guilty of shotgunin' niggas cause they was running up
Fuck, I've been fighting so long, I sleep in combat boots, I don't never take them off
Pathetic, no work ethic, bad credit, bitch, get out the way you is not ready
Fora nigga with a sense of purpose
I ain't perfect, I'm always working my sense is urgent
A different person I was sick of hurting
Close the curtain no reversing astroturfin
There's only two things for certain
That we born alone, die alone, and birds keep chirping

I remember curb servin
Got my hands dirty, graduated to higher learnin
Crack will make your skin crawl leave your eyes burnin
I grew up to Rakim, Daddy Kane, and Eric Sermon
It was me and Eric, hotter than Satan, in a three series BMW sitting on gold Daytons
Shit people really hard to trust, it was only us
Bitch Niggaz avoided us, they never got along with us
16 and a shooter, barracuda, put a unregistered six shooter up to your soup coolers
Bitch, this is a song without a hook
You've been entertained enough, You niggaz need to read books
Self preservation is the only way get the fuck out my country, That's what the devil say
A king Maker, I left Wakanda and moved to Queens
I wish Prince Akeem was here to intervene
When I feel discouraged, thought I was losing steam
On the verge of losing everything what the fuck you mean?
I've been working my whole life to get to this fight, to sit in this position. This is rightfully mine right?
Y'all motherfuckers know what time it is
Time to grow the fuck up, get a job and feed your kids
King maker from the west, if you want to make it here, better with your chest nigga
Yeah, you gotta say it with your chest nigga