Funeral March (feat. Saafir & Barbie Hatch) - Swollen Members, Everlast, Slaine & Tre Nyce

(Intro) Yeah nigga Game from the mind of some real motherfuckin' thugs (thugs) Fetty Chico up in this biAAtch (biaatch) Bloow! (blooow) (Chorus) 2x You wouldn't believe all the shit I see (Just a thug yes I'm only a thug) That's why I spit this thug poetry (Walks like a thug talks like a thug) Clown like a thug put it down like a thug (Spice 1) Release me to the belly of the beast The jungle made of concrete Real niggas die in they sleep The strong prey on the weak We gets down from dusk til dawn Like quentin tarantino shakin' niggas up In the neck like (Joe) Pesci in "Casino" Fetty chico bailin' in buckets with bullet holes Caught up in drug wars Use current from cargos Too much drama in my past time (past time) I swore when I got outta jail it was my last time (last time) Fuck One-Time (hahahaha) Pants saggin' twisted up with the braids Leave the house 3 in the mornin 'fore the Drug Unit raid Get out the cemetery visit my soldiers up in the grave Tell 'em I miss the times when we used to get paid Though I'm thugging without ya Nigga I ain't forgot about ya Daily weapin' on some mobstyle shit? And when survival is goin' around Called the "thug disease" Gettin' niggas like rats trapped in murder for cheese It's thug poetry (Chorus) 2x I'm just a thug (thug) yes I'm only a thug (thug) Walks like a thug (thug) talks like a thug (thug) You wouldn't believe all the drama I see That's why I spit the Thug poetry (spit the thug poetry) (Saafir) Ay, wassup This is Saafir, mayn, check this out Imma tell you like this here, mayn These Thug niggas, mayn Look, let me lace you with like Thug Poetry But now, I'm a rider though So Imma keep it mackish just lead me to it Cause it's easy to do it but it gotta be fluent Ohh shit this is bangin Hangin' niggas with the microphone cord That's my job without a rope (NO) Without a motherfuckin' joke (don't laugh) Nigga I'm clean as fuck without soap Keep my poetry like 'get out hoe' (get out hoe) Bustin' like a .44, Mr. motherfuckin' No-No from that Hobo Junction is the westbound campaign When I'm away from the camp, mayn Rollin' solo but stay loaded with slugs Cause ain't no love hoe don't wear no diamond-studded glove That superstar shit we'll get your ass put underground Super-far trick (quick) Like you fake ass niggas on some superhard shit But never murdered I'm a player that get braided up from the pussy And never squirted (never) That's game I hope you heard it Cause I'm on a mad point nigga Spice *WEEZY* serve it with some Thug poetry (Chorus) 2x I'm just a thug (thug) yes I'm only a thug (thug) Walks like a thug (thug) talks like a thug (thug) You wouldn't believe all the drama I see That's why I spit the Thug poetry (spit the Thug poetry) (Spice 1) I smash on niggas pullin' triggers We leave 'em stressed Never leavin' home without the medal plate in my vest This is westside livin' (livin') Hangin' out with the unforgiven Different murders under they belt but ain't nobody here trippin' We're all felons in this motherfucker Dodgin' 3 strikes (strikes) Niggas smokin' on that chronic weed leaf northern lights Reminisce of the dead (dead) Pourin' out a little liquor (liquor) Got me drunk and passed out With my fingers still on the trigger (trigger) Havin' nightmares of killers tryin' to take off my dome (dome) Wake up shookin' at bad dreams, is my sanity gone (gone) I'm looking for a piece of my mind there was torn When my homie stopped breathin' and died up in my arms Thug poetry (Chorus) I'm a thug yes I'm only a thug Walks like a thug talks like a thug I'm just a thug yes I'm only a thug Bust like a thug cuss like a thug Just a thug yes I'm only a thug Smoke like a thug chokes like a thug I'm just a thug yes I'm only a thug Ride like a thug slide like a thug Just a thug yes I'm only a thug Blast like a thug smash like a thug Just a thug yes I'm only a thug Drink like a thug fuck like a thug Hahahaha Aahahhah Aahahaahahaa Fetty chico Shiznilty Aahahhah Ebonic Sleezie Aahahhah You know, you kneezie Aahahhah Rick Reezie BI-AYY-IIITCH (bi-ayy-iiitch) Bloow! (bloow)

I'm just too hot to touch you know I'm the law I smoke about million pounds of dutch and say what Shortie keep yakking it up and on the low I might take her to the back to fuck, get a nut Nyce, you cant tell me I aint came up Fastball pitcher I deliver with no change up Fuckin right I'm famous, balling like the lakers Only time I move is to go collect my paper See me on the wanted poster, Mad and La Coka Nostra Hop out of my porche, pull my trunk and extort ya Yup we west coast and dog we stay posting Walk with two toasters louis vuitton holsters I'm a bad fucking bastard yup I'm fantastic Four but I'm the Silver Surfer flying through your door Heard you cryin' for the war Im'a try to serve you more Madchilds a dope man leave you lying on the floor Damn chicken heads get their feathers all ruffled up Put the potato on the pound sound muffled up We can get it on like Samoans and Tongans Or we can get to war like the angels and mongols Black mask over my face, I get em Four-five stuck on my waist, I hit em Beat a hater up till he dum dum diddum Swollen and La Coka don't fuck with em So ladies and ah forget it were not gentlemen I roll up in a stolen car come hop in with them Hand me a pill bottle I dump it and pop ten of them Give me some booze, I sip juice like Rakim and them I got a fuse that's too short and a noose that's too long Feeling I could do no wrong This invincibility they're convinced is killing me Has essentially gotten me through any pinch you'll ever see When my henchmen are with me tensions on the scene Dreams are being changed a wrench in the machine One mention of the team leave the masses buzzing The rebel, you thought you're on my level, you wasnt Hotter than Ecuador, son brought a metaphor P-1 I'm ready for war I'm on the front lines Runs in my bloodline thirsty like lost boys Big money bounce my accounts keep em offshore Caribbean breeze there's ten million reasons Y'all super eight like rich we four seasons Fine linen, sterling silver, bright brightlen, the lady killer Black mask over my face, I get em Four-five stuck on my waist, I hit em Beat a hater up till he dumb dumb diddum Swollen and La Coka, don't fuck with em I started war and bids when y'all was just kids Came to your town and jumped the fuck around Stomped out a few of you and fucked your lady You still married her and you gave her a baby We were young, we were crazy, we were wild and free Aint a groupie bitch alive get a child from me And now you come to the shows and you reminisce And while she waits for an autograph, you give her a kiss She slips me a hug and a look that's knowing If I say get on the bus, baby girl its on Lyrics keep flowing and flowing and just flowing Hoes keep hoeing and hoeing and just hoeing Trees get rollen smoking keep blowing Coka and Swollen legend keep growing Fast lane living no time for slowing Gotta know where you been and watch where you're going Black mask over my face, I get em Four-five stuck on my waist, I hit em Beat a hater up till he dumb dumb diddum Swollen and La Coka, don't fuck with em

[Madchild] Yo, I'm talking about Temptation things that run through your head Like I wonder what my friend's girlfriends like in bed Yo, I bet sometimes she thinks of me instead Greed, That has to do with more than you need Sin, That's usually where temptation leads Turning into an addiction in an instant, take heed Feeding off your ego, cash confusion and sex That's why, like, every eight months You end up back with your ex For a couple days, and then remember Why it wasn't meant to be Go your separate ways and think I wonder what got into me You're done, but then another Eight months comes around eventually Vicious circle, I've done some things That aren't worth mentioning Temptation, made me do some things I regret Easy to fall into, but hard to forget Use to put the blame on others But that's a bunch of nonsense Now I try to focus and Just listen to my conscience [Prevail] Yo, I'm talking about Temptation and its relation to the human nation The obvious, money, drugs, sexual frustration How else can you explain public funding drain The escalating murder rate and the climb to fame It makes men touch parts that are not to be It makes women clutch parts that are a part of me So all that surface level services a day-to-day An ongoing basis in desire and display The first sensation recognized by script We can't detach ourselves from it once we get into it And why would we it feels better with the shadows closer Comfortable feeling of comparing yours to overdose Sometimes innocent and other times consequential 9 out of the ten times dun it's purely confidential Harder to handle when your crews talking in your ear Until you learn to abstain it draws near Temptation

Yo, try not to often speak on subject Unusual suspect, revenge I must get Vengeance is mine which make me heartless Department of justice would love to bust us Bang hard, get jacked by gang squad So we keep it on the low, make us untouchable Hard hittin when my man start spittin We walk off through gettin, dont take orders Try harder, cause I got friends down for murder Roll deep, walk in restaurant, pull you out your seat Take you out back, crack back, till task complete Beat to death, assassins disguised as waiters Madchild, Darth Vader, and the caped crusader Top that, barracuda, black panther, and bobcat Anger management and unlimited guns Natural born killers of the primitive one (Son Doobie) Cause the spot's that hot A lot of shots bust but I can't get got And niggas wanna pop up forget me not Yo I bust two shots See y'all can't stop swollen members (Son Doobie) Yo duck down, hop up now I don't give a fuck now Whats up now, the ruck sound I'm up in the club now Touchdown, I bust out rocks, with my rough style Run around and fuck around get lost in my funhouse Any member, I dismember, remember For writer's book yo I be the cut expert Your head jerk, my network thick like double decker Enter surrender raps select swollen members Lone defenders, send bullets through contenders Tempers red hot like red fox fuckin with esther Deck the saint jock I stallone like sylvester Funk molester, impress all semester Aggressor, protector, successor sub forever Uncle Fester cut back the Winchester Record like ill connect son like Caressa Send an x to wounds, fuck a bitch forever Like Salt-n-Peppa, Vanessa Del held whatever Defender of the D-cup, the mad sex offender 2X (Prevail) If they could run they would There aint no safe place to hide in this world Change will change the term hurt First in line to decline held by a set to burn Red alert, nines at work, less lives on the earth Unless we stress knives from crooks, universe One in the hearse from two in the heart You and your crew got too much to talk Its a curse, a plague, an urgent thing An ancient slang that's not only spoke in gangs Human nature, doomed in danger, ropes and hangers West side stranglers banned to Los Angeles You got your hands full of savages now Anchors is down and you still gettin thrown around Hard ocean, hearts and chests are blown open To be smokin sunrise go home broke and no survivors Walkin' bombs with no timers Drunk out my mind on harm a side cider A note to my girl, I promised I'd write her Tonight's my night the bite of the black viper 2X

I like to get drunk. I like to get down. I like the thump up in the club the way she's gettin' down. I like to get drunk. I like to get down. I like the thump up in the club the way she's gettin' down. I need a crunk girl, A let's get drunk girl. A wake up early in the mornin roll a blunt girl. Don't mean to front girl, I know its been a few. I know you probably touch yourself during my interviews. She like my tattoos, She like my crazy du. She like the way I match my shades with my van shoes. She like my band too, But she just won't admit it. She's just so hot the roof is burnin' and I knew she did it. The roof is burnin' burnin' burnin' in here. (I like it hot) The roof is burnin' burnin' burnin' in here. (I like it hot) The roof is burnin' burnin' burnin' in here. (I like it hot) The roof is burnin' on top and we don't need a drop. No, no... She's so hot, I'm el fuego, Bottles of Ciroc don't be on my table. Dirty dancing feeling like Swayze. Baby, I'm a gangster that rap can't craze me. Girls on girls with a dash of Tre With a south bay filled with Sandro P. Stimulate your mind all I do is press play, Shorty like velcro about to get laid. I'm wasted, I'm gone, Feelin myself fucking with the lights on. Poppin another fat Jim the phat jay roll up Ain't no fun unless we all get some. King side jay with a Brokencyde, Baby wanna drink until I'm open wide. Burning up, clothes off, chilling room so hot sweat dripping from the ceiling. The roof is burnin' burnin' burnin' in here. (I like it hot) The roof is burnin' burnin' burnin' in here. (I like it hot) The roof is burnin' burnin' burnin' in here. (I like it hot) The roof is burnin' on top and we don't need a drop. No, no... I like to get drunk, I like to get down. I like the thump up in the club the way she's gettin' down. Walk up in this bitch feelin' pimp like Snoop Dogg. All the ladies lovin' me, my style is too raw. Whatchu whatchu lookin' for V.I.P. Whatchu whatchu lookin' for V.I.P. Sippin takin' shots party on the rooftops. Now I'm feelin loose loose goose on the rocks. Oh yeah, you got the right idea. Oh no, the roof is burnin' in here. The roof is burnin' burnin' burnin' in here. (I like it hot) The roof is burnin' burnin' burnin' in here. (I like it hot) The roof is burnin' burnin' burnin' in here. (I like it hot) The roof is burnin' on top and we don't need a drop. No, no... I like it hot! I like it hot! I like it hot! I like it hot! (I like it hot!)