After I Die - Point Blank

"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