Exhibit F

It's so sad*

But I would like to thank everyone who came along, to the funeral service

Somehow someway, we will find a way to move on

As we proceed, to give you what you need

20 10 motherfuckers

Bring that money in motherfuckers

Everything comes to an end

And therefore

I bring you, exhibit F

One day I gon be sleepin in a box

But when that time comes it comes

Ain't no need to keep peepin' at the clocks

The hood is like an anger thing deeper than them blocks

My boat was made to float not for keepin' at the docks

They sweepin' through the blocks

Slam you on the floor for what you keepin in your socks

16 year olds be sleepin with their glocks

I tried to tell 'em chill just keep em on them rocks

He looked at me and transformed

That's like making sand castles in a sandstorm

He said its a cold world and I can stand storm

But the heats the only way I keep my hands warm

I told the lil nigga god got a plan for him

He said I'm Hollywood go back where they playin' palms

This the jungle bro, this no fuckin' ant farm

And out here life's a bitch that you cant charm

Damn, that's the realest shit i ever heard

Sometimes a dumbass drops a clever turd

Smokin sour diesel, from one seven third

I'm bout fly shit, so if I ever bird

I cant fly with pigeons, gotta soar with eagles

A wise man told me vultures don't roll with seagulls

If looks could kill, aint a nigga more illegal

Closet lookin' like u walked through the door at segals

Spot the cell close, pressin' in melrose

I run d mc's check my shelltoes

I'm on the red carpet taking pics jail pose

I see through your bars nigga, the cells closed

Know what

They call me fab electronica

Presidential suite so its fab and young hannukah

Stevie wonder niggas better grab your harmonica

Screaming go daddy so its fab and young donica

Shit I mean Danica

Pockets full of Benjamins, Franklins not Banneker

Dick is a Britanica

Death comes to all when it comes don't panic bra

If it goes down stay on your titanic bra

Never jump ship nigga

You know I'm packin if we ever bump hips nigga

I'm jive records, I don't clipse nigga

Count it or cock it, I'm a thumb tick nigga

We eatin' over here check my crumb lips nigga

I wipe my mouth right before i wipe em out

Shootin' videos that's what niggas hype about?

Shit, we make movies introducin fab pitt

Crush stations (crustaceans) only time I deal with crab shit

This the funeral, sit back and reminisce

You should be crying by the end of this

Nice