After I Die (From “Triple 9”) [Screwed & Chopped]

"Sending out a death shout to my boy Point Blank...May he rest in

peace..."

"What? They did kill my nigga Blank..?"

Put me to sleep, Blank rest in peace

Put me to sleep, Blank rest in peace

Put me to sleep, Blank rest in peace

Put me to sleep, Blank rest in peace

After I die gonna be a lot of shit

Cause ain't no telling what my niggas fuck around to do this trick

Who squeezed the trigga on me

Cause I squeezed the trigga on his little brotha yesterday

I can still remember when I shot him

Voices screaming in my head: oh, my god, damn, it was so simple

But the very next day I caught 2 to the temple

I wonder what my family gonna say

Maybe they was looking for me to die anyway

You know, my feelings was hurt

I just got out the penitentiary, now they put me in the dirt

To make a long story short: I was terrible

Niggas found no weed when they came to my burial

Bitches cried as they put me in the ground

But sometimes I think it was meant for me to lay it down

I appreciate if you kiss me

But I ain't gonna have mothafuckas standing, crying over my body

Just let a nigga sleep

Fucking with me and shit, how the hell I suppose to rest in peace?

My son don't know about the tragic

He's just crying cause they won't let him to play in my casket

I can see my girl's face, I know she can't stand it

Looking like a mind's on another planet

I had a lot of niggas down with me

Uuuh, I just hope to god they don't forget me

Yeah, a lot of niggas hated me

And to see me in a grave is what they wanted to see

A rough brotha from South Park

And I blame Illinois for making me hard

Point Blank is guilty...

Of being mentally fucked up and that's what killed me

I like to send peace to a brotha that squeezed the trigga

Uuuh, he's a bold ass nigga

And all I got to say:

I was tired of this bitch ass surf anyway

I'm out...

86 dope...dope...dope...

Put me to sleep, bitch...