Letra de ' Play This At My Funeral ' de Xzibit

That nothing is impossible if you are here
Yeah, huh
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 if I could (Huh)
They say, a coward dies a thousand deaths
But a man, a man only dies once
Yeah, huh

I put together my suit of armor like Tony Stark's
I seen dynasties come together, but never start
Niggas ain't with me right now 'cause they ain't had a heart
They get emotional, hold grudges, and fall apart
I am the Alpha, Omega, I am the Holy Grail (Damn)
I am from cook it, cut it, serve it and make the sale
Good to be back this year
Feast your asses in fear
I feel Scientology clear, yeah
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 (Ha-ha, damn)
I think I need to exercise 'cause I gained a little weight
But shit, my pockets is 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 niggas don't understand me
It was just me and Tremaine
With Ileani as nanny, yeah
First world problems, came up from coming up
Guilty of shotgunning niggas 'cause they was running up
Fuck, I 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 my way
You is not ready
For a nigga with a sense of purpose
I ain't perfect
I'm always working
My sense is urgent (Damn)
A different person, I was sick of hurting
Close the curtain
No reversing
Astral turfing
There is only two things for certain
That we born alone, die alone, and birds keep chirping
I remember curb serving
Got my hands dirty
Graduated to high learning
Crack'll make your skin crawl, leave your eyes burning
I grew up to Rakim, Daddy Kane, and Erick Sermon
It was me and Erick
Hotter than Satan in the 3 Series BMW sitting on gold daytons
Shit, people really hard to trust, it was only us
Bitch niggas avoided us, they never got along with us
Sixteen in a shooter, barracuda
Put an unregistered six shooter up to your soup coolers
Bitch, this is a song without a hook
You've been entertained enough
Y'all niggas need to read some books
Self-preservation is the only way
Get the fuck out my country, that's what the Devil say
A Kingmaker, I left Wakanda and moved to Queens
I wish Prince Akeem was here to intervene
When I felt 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
Kingmaker from the West, if you wanna make it here
Better say it with your chest, nigga

Yeah, you got to say it with your chest, nigga