Walkin' 2 My Funeral Song Lyrics

Brotha Lynch Hung

It's likely your browser's cookies are disabled. You'll need to turn cookies on. We can only display part of these lyrics to any suspicious robots due to licensing restrictions.

(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 cant claim so I stay neutral
pack me some ammo and Im (?) mothafucking fo fo
cant 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
so what I did is grabe my nine but before I put the clip in
all I heard is pop pop pop what Im tripping
my body's licking blood I cant call it

Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 Thought They Knew (intro)
  • 2 24 Deep
  • 3 Had 2 Gat Ya
  • 4 The Next Hoe (Insert)
  • 5 Lose a Hoe, Gain a Hoe
  • 6 Back Fade
  • 7 Jackin' 4 Joints
  • 8 Walkin' 2 My Funeral
  • 9 Fundamentals of Ripgut Cannibalism (outro)


  • credits


    album: Track 8 in album 24 Deep
    release date: 1993
    popularity : 25 users have visited this page.
    genres: Hip Hop
    styles: Gangsta

    Album Information

    label: Black Market Records
    country(area): United States
    format: CD
    barcode: 736888242422
    script: Latin