Lyrics of Funeral

(spoken by ice cube)
Niggaz are in a state of emergency
The death side: a mirror damage of where we are today
The life side: a vision of where we need to go
So sign your death certificate

Fuck all y'all

(at the funeral)
...
Lisa got him
- allright, on three. one, two... threeee.
Get all folks together, walk this way.
Can't believe it though. the homeboy... hey, open that door
- open it
Allright

- 'right

(gospel music starts playing)
...
We've come together by god's demand
Whether it be for life, or death
Well, this morning, it's over the mourning of one of our little brothers
This brother was a good brother
He didn't get into an excessive amount of trouble
But it's one thing...
It's one thing!
It's one thing...

He was the wrong nigga to fuck with!