Fredo Bang, Prince Dre - Funerals lyrics

(JD On Tha Track, Swamiq)

The bodies steady droppin'
Funerals back to back
This city full of violence
That's why it's called the 'Raq
Was traumatized, he wildin'
Don't know how to act
His brother lost his life
He tryna get him back
Scream, "Fuck the other side"
For my brothers, ride
I lost too many niggas
I seen they mothers cry
They don't know the pain, and still
I feel the hurt
I shed plenty tears, wore too many shirts

I done seen too many bodies
Stretched out on the pavement
Seen niggas sinnin' in the
Church but sayin' amen shawty goin' wild
Ain't no preacher that can save him
My brother on the ground, damn
I seen the reaper take him
His mama lookin' down like, "Lord
Why you take him?"
Caught him lookin' down, blew him down
Then they faced him
They let off a lot of shots, scorched him
Left him bakin' hot
It's torture now, the Dracs is hot
Get freezin' cold up in the box
Family all surroundin' him
They walk while lookin' down on him
He frozen stiff like mannequin
The judge gon' put a smile on him
His partner's thinkin' 'bout revenge
They need they lick back
Last time they see again, this time
They can't get back
They thinkin' 'bout them memories
"Long live" no "RIP"
I can't be no memory
That's why I keep a Glock with me
In the clip is RIPs
Crowd his face up on a tee
Walk him down and they six deep, flowers
Bury him six feet

Bodies steady droppin'
Funerals back to back
This city full of violence
That's why it's called the 'Raq
Was traumatized, he wildin'
Don't know how to act
His brother lost his life
He tryna get him back
Scream, "Fuck the other side"
For my brothers, ride
I lost too many niggas
I seen they mothers cry
They don't know the pain, and still
I feel the hurt
I shed plenty tears, wore too many shirts

I seen him in the box
I seen him hit the dirt
I watched my dawg leave
I won't wear his shirt
I been traumatized, I want this pain gone
He died right on side of me
I washed the stains on
I done seen too many think they
'bout it, when it's time, they froze
Get him with that blick, for
The rest of his life
He might be pigeon-toed
Pass it to my partner tryna score
We do give-and-gos
Playin' both sides when it go down
I can't save a soul woadie out of town
So he tryna get some money now
Dotted on his head
You can come and get the money now
Heard that nigga dead from what he said
That shit funny now
Come and get you while you in your
Bed and while it's sunny out

Bodies steady droppin'
Funerals back to back
This city full of violence
That's why it's called the 'Raq
Was traumatized, he wildin'
Don't know how to act
His brother lost his life
He tryna get him back
Scream, "Fuck the other side"
For my brothers, ride
I lost too many niggas
I seen they mothers cry
They don't know the pain, and still
I feel the hurt
I shed plenty tears, wore too many shirts