Artist: C-Bo f/ Mississippi Album: The Mobfather 2 Song: Cry at My Funeral Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) G'eah, I told you niggaz, the feds couldn't hold me They wanna control me, streets wanna mold me But it's only one cowboy nigga, these other niggaz is imitators I'm the originator, where do we go from here I know I know, straight to the bank my nigga [Chorus - 2x] Now will they cry at my funeral Po' out some liquor on the concrete, load up the pistols and ride Now will they cry at my funeral For memories of becoming a G, growing up on the Southside [C-Bo] See I grew up putting in work on that Southside Lil' ngga pulling triggers, making that murder rate rise Off that Old and this 8 Ball, all 16 ounce tall Come through with that .38, and buck em all Yelling out my name and my set, like fuck em all On the porch years old, they needing give feet tall Just a young loc, big homies they put me on Stick of that wet and a burner, and I'll go get em gone Hit em up with the two finger spreading, that up off the chrome Or the sawed off .22, yeah we can get it on And the nigga out front, then I'm popping it at his dome Soon as the body drop, we hit the gas and we gone Back to the hood, yeah we celebrate death And we know that retaliation, is what's coming next They say I wouldn't make it to see 21 And I say fuck it if I don't, salute for me with 21 [Chorus - 2x] [C-Bo] Hey I was born to be a rider Keeping these busters at a distance, they'll flip on you in an instant Can't trust nobody, but my sawed off shotty Cock and shoot up the party, like lodi-dodi Sold dope squeeze triggers, just to get ahead It's no sweat off the competition, if a nigga dead So I keep my 4-5th cocked, Ziplock full of rocks With young hitters, working off in the spot Come through if you want to, on that bullshit And the homies'll give you a full clip, even if it means life off in the pull pit Menace to society, riding for respect Ain't no stopping us, when we slide with the tech Bullets fly then we jet, no unity in my community So we out there pulling licks, at every opportunity They say it's murder with immunity Cause I got a weigh this .36 with a kickstand, is all they gon' shoot at me [Chorus - 2x] [C-Bo] These niggaz looking all sideways, so they get sideswiped The cameras have em looking like, deers in the limelight The piss in they balls, end up in the draw's Like tunas in the deep sea, up against jaws Niggaz 'pose to be thugs, now they looking for P.D. But these pussy niggaz here, bout to get DP'd Techs in the cannons, semi's and bananas Fucking with the God block, Manson Fullies'll have em dancing, I'm talking wilder than dread heads Tripping on the block, I do them niggaz like dread heads Casket gon' drop, they get mercy in the morgue Cause I'ma leave the scene, controversy for the court Gang banging is a sport, you can say I'm professional You only see my face, when it's time for the pressure loc These niggaz a taser, gun powder in they face And in they first 48, unsolved murder case nigga [Chorus - 2x]