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letra de funerals - prince dre

[intro]
(jd on tha track)
([?])

[chorus: prince dre]
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, “f-ck the other side,” for my brothers, ride
i lost too many n-ggas, i seen they mothers cry
they don’t know the pain, and still, i feel the hurt
i shed plenty tears on too many shirts

[verse 1: prince dre]
i done seen too many bodies stretched out on the pavement
seen n-ggas sinnin’ in the church but sayin’ amen
shawty goin’ wild, ain’t no preacher that can save him
my brother on the ground, d-mn, 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, it’s freezin’ cold up in that box
family all surroundin’ him, they walk while lookin’ down on him
[?] stiff like mannequin, the judge gon’ put a smile on him
his partner’s thinkin’ ’bout revenge, they need they l!ck back
last time they see again, this time, they can’t get back
they thinkin’ ’bout them memories, “long live,” no “r.i.p.”
i can’t be no memory, that’s why i keep a glock with me
in the clip is r.i.p.s, crowd his face up on a tee
walk him down and they six deep, flowers, bury him six feet
[chorus: prince dre]
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, “f-ck the other side,” for my brothers, ride
i lost too many n-ggas, i seen they mothers cry
they don’t know the pain, and still, i feel the hurt
i shed plenty tears on too many shirts

[verse 2: fredo bang]
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 things, they fought him, when it’s time, they froze
get him with that bl!ck, for the rest of his life, he might be pigeon-toed
pass it to my partner tryna scope, 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 n-gga dead from what he said, that sh-t funny now
come and get you while you in your bed and while it’s sunny out

[chorus: prince dre]
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, “f-ck the other side,” for my brothers, ride
i lost too many n-ggas, i seen they mothers cry
they don’t know the pain, and still, i feel the hurt
i shed plenty tears on too many shirts

- prince dre

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