[Hook] And who cries when a killer dies Is it justified when tears fill your eyes The funeral for a killer, the death of a real nigga And who cries when a killer dies Is it justified when tears fill your eyes The funeral for a killer, down to ride till he dies With his finger on the trigger [Verse 1] Went to the casket, and I looked in Same type of box that our enemies got put in And he the motherfucker put em there Came to say goodbye to my brother, but he wasn’t there Staring at his mother in the front row Black dress, hair the same color as the gun smoke Homies in the back like "look at what they done, loc" Can’t even talk without feeling like I’m gonna choke We’re all mad than the mother fucker Side chick crying, doing bad than the motherfucker Wife just sitting there, she ain’t shed a tear Cause he put her through so much hell when he was here And all I’m hearing is revenge and regret One useless emotion and the other leads to death But you ain't see enough of that yet Try to tell em but you can’t talk sense to the deaf They like fuck you cuz, you ain’t even from the set Nigga fuck you too said it under my breath Cause we don’t need no more drama Feeling guilty cause I still get to hug my Momma [Hook] [Verse 2] He loved his loved ones and he loved guns But disrespect the fam that’s when the slugs comes He caught a couple bodies but they deserve it though He was a righteous dude as far as murders go And he could switch quick between day and night You crossed the line and do what had to pay the price And we was friends just the ninth grade True gangsta did everything the right way So why I feel so wrong With the homeboy gone days feel so long That’s why we cry when the killer dies Tattoo tears so we could see the world with clearer eyes [Hook] [Verse 3] And this is for the realest dude I’ve ever known I’m never writing you another song It’s been a while since you’ve been gone Mother and your brother, everybody barely holding on I ain’t gonna say that you was never wrong If you was here, then your girls would have a better home Mural on the block, your name set in stone You still living cause you died as a legend, homes [Hook] Follow on socials: MURS http://instagram.com/murs316 http://twitter.com/murs http://facebook.com/murs http://patreon.com/murs316 MERCH - http://mursraps.com TWITCH - http://twitch.tv/murs

[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung] Here we go again Same old shit It's kind of hard Yeah, This how I'm feelin mane My nigga Sevin mane C.O.S .... I feel you dog [Hook] My Broken Heart Can Not Lie My Tears Reveal The Feeling Inside Then Nothing Really Matters My Broken Heart Can't Lie You the pain in my empty eyes Because Nothing Really Matters [Verse 1:?] How they expect me to get it right for christ When I got 3 homies thats fightin life Sposed to give the young homies the right advice But I'm knowin damn well they could die tonight Shit I'm ridin like it's 1980-somethin The way I get it in you swear that they paid me somethin But I love 'em n that's all that matters N Ya'll all I got so that's ya'll advantage 'Cuz the only thing they got to look forward to Is me on t.v. gettin an award or two Shit, this is what this cold world will do to you Take the midst outa you for make them apart of you Top of the mountain I'mma carry these niggas N Live it all up, not tryina burry these niggas Man I'm driven by these scars Given 25 years of pain in only 16 bars But its hard, chyeah [Hook] [Verse 2:?] I'm lost in the shadows of night So many reasons to fail Conversations with the demons in hell I hear em whisperin Through the bottle I am sippin Tears drippin On the clippin Put hollows in his business How can I walk away Blood on my hands will never wash away My life is just 1 big eternally awfull day Soul of a Soldier gets colder & colder In my sleep I relive my death over & over It's lethal, and yet so peaceful In the grave that I dig Failed fatherhood so ain't no saving my kid Yeah independently of some tragic waste Talents counter act the balance of my shattered space It's like sadness is attractive And I'm thrown a kiss Smiling for the sake of others My happiness don't exist I fall apart within my heart & soul What ya'll call a heart, I call a hole [Hook] [Verse 3: COS] I got it Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah I see my life at a stand still I stand alone in a field, both my hands filled One with a pistol, the other with a bottle Hoping God come get me, before a nigga see tomorrow Cuz life's so hollow, filled with nothing but pain The love will never out-weigh the hate That's why I aim to spit the truth But you know how a C do Swear under oath to tell the truth & the whole truth Every time he hit the booth Nothin but facts fall I need a bottle of yacc ya'll Somebody bring it back ya'll We lost somewhere Like you need a little church n a cross somewhere He been fightin off the demons, just smokin & drinkin Up late hardly sleepin like, he scared of dreamin Might be somethin that he see in the mirror, got him Sinkin real deep into a zone just thinkin Nothin matters here [Hook] [Verse 4-Brotha Lynch Hung] Drinkin a lot more beer Smokin a lot more cigarettes Open a lot more niggas chest Oh it hurts. Gotta be a hole in my heart Every once in a while it squirts Every once in a while I got to check to see if it works Next to me, evil lurks Trying to get that monkey off my back Put in evil kneevle work Take Chances, Tango with death dances Angle the Tech blasted Angel with death asthma I had a best friend that couldn't even last Cuz fame had to send a choke hold, fuckin bastard Put the lock down on the local, then I passed it I'm one psychotic can't remember my middle name or my last one You can ask her it deteriorates faster & as the World turn my heart burns to ashes as if At my age I could last it It's my page & it ain't Paper or Plastic, & That's it [Hook] Brotha Lynch Hung on Twitter - http://twitter.com/BrothaLynchHung Facebook - http://facebook.com/therealBrothaLync... Instagram - http://instagram.com/brothalynchhung

[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung & D-Dubb, D-Dubb] I refuse to lose (Oh) Fuck them .22s I got an AP-10 and a throwaway TEC-9 So you know you can't fuck with mine I refuse to lose (To lose) Fuck them .22s (Oh, oh) I got an AP-10 and a throwaway TEC-9 So you know you can't fuck with mine I refuse to lose (I refuse) Fuck them .22s (Oh) I got an AP-10 and a throwaway TEC-9 So you know you can't fuck with mine I refuse to lose (Yeah, oh) Fuck them .22s (Got an AP-10) I got an AP-10 and a throwaway TEC-9 So you know you can't fuck with mine (You can't fuck with mine, yeah) [Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] If I was standing in the dark letting my nine spark Maybe in the morning motherfuckers might feel me yet It's the 9-TEC nigga that got them motherfuckers tore up As I smash off in a seven-deuce Cut', you holding your gut talking 'bout "What the fuck you smoking on?" All dome as the chronic's got me gone Nigga, it's on, on 'til the slugs come out At night I do my murder, redrum so tight It's the third strike, nigga, so now I'm aiming up at your dome 'Bout to watch your brain split and hit the Fleetwood Brougham I'm like Richard Chase mixed with Al Capone If you want some ripgut shit, nigga, yeah, I got it sewn So go on to the crib or get your wig split, fool, with the TEC chrome And say the alphabet backwards fast or find you a brand new dome A criminal-minded nigga that got Tefs in his nine So head to the east side, 'cause it's redrum time, nigga [Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung & D-Dubb, D-Dubb] I refuse to lose (I refuse to lose) Fuck them .22s (Oh, yes) I got an AP-10 and a throwaway TEC-9 So you know you can't fuck with mine (You can't fuck with mine, oh) I refuse to lose Fuck them .22s (I got the heat for your ass) I got an AP-10 and a throwaway TEC-9 So you know you can't fuck with mine [Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung] Nigga, it's that, that Sac-of-the-indo killa-fornia state of mind Where niggas put their gangster gear on and bend corners In a Chev' six-nine, wire rims, you can't see me With they neighborhood flags and they black Carhartt beanies I'm like genie as I scoop through the hood and get up to no good and I wish you would Test my TEC, because it love to take out necks And empty backs out, so I max out, 350 on the blacktop More smoke than chronic smokin', loced-out sherm, classic perm In my ashtray, there's always a roach Hit the left lane in case one time approach I got five warrants and some '89 tags Seventeen in the clip of my auto mag So sad, I gotta watch my back, 'cause these niggas wanna Put me up in a black leather sack and throw me over they back, but fuck that Why you think I got extended clips? 'Cause I'm so high most of the time, I just can't miss, nigga [Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung & D-Dubb, D-Dubb] I refuse to lose (I refuse to lose) Fuck them .22s (Fuck 'em all now) I got an AP-10 and a throwaway TEC-9 So you know you can't fuck with mine (You know you can't fuck with mine) I refuse to lose (Yeah, yeah) Fuck them .22s (I know) I got an AP-10 and a throwaway TEC-9 (Yeah) So you know you can't fuck with mine (Yeah, oh-oh) [Refrain: D-Dubb] You know you can't fuck with mine You know you can't step to mine 'cause I'm on time with the rhyme, I got a .9 now [Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung & D-Dubb] I refuse to lose (I refuse to lose) Fuck them .22s (Oh-oh) I got an AP-10 and a throwaway TEC-9 So you know you can't fuck with mine (No, you can't fuck with mine) I refuse to lose (Mine) Fuck them .22s (Mine) I got an AP-10 and a throwaway TEC-9 So you know you can't fuck with mine (Yeah, yeah) [Refrain: D-Dubb] I refuse to lose I refuse to lose, refuse to lose [Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung & D-Dubb] I refuse to lose (Oh) Fuck them .22s I got an AP-10 and a throwaway TEC-9 (Yeah, yeah) So you know you can't fuck with mine (Oh, oh, oh, yeah, oh) I refuse to lose (I refuse to lose) Fuck them .22s (No matter what they say about me now) I got an AP-10 and a throwaway TEC-9 (Yeah) So you know you can't fuck with mine [Outro: D-Dubb] Yeah, yeah, oh I refuse, I refuse to lose Brotha Lynch Hung on Twitter - http://twitter.com/BrothaLynchHung Facebook - http://facebook.com/therealBrothaLync... Instagram - http://instagram.com/brothalynchhung

[Verse 1] Sometimes you get sad when we're together Because you're not sure if you'll miss me when I'm gone Just try to appreciate what you got while you got it So if it ever goes away, you can say you enjoyed it while it lasted [Verse 2] Sometimes I don't feel like singing I don't really like these songs Sometimes I don't feel like dancing DJ please, don't turn the beat on Let's keep it quiet, keep me honest, keep me true Keep me in love, keep me believing it's with you [Chorus] But who's gonna push my wheelchair around when I get sick? God forbid I ever stop feeling sorry for myself for being selfish This is not the way I plan on living for the rest of my life But for right now, it gets me by It gets me by [Verse 3] It's reached the point in the night where I need to decide Whether I'm gonna fall asleep or watch the sunrise We are both into letting this develop But the thought of starting over always sounded much better But I won't stop this and you won't stop this It'll probably go further than either of us wanted And it all comes down to the fact that I don't care to Sacrifice a good time 'cause someone says I have to [Bridge] The next thing that I know, I am removing all my clothes And you are dancing around the room to some song on the radio You say I deserve it, all that is coming, the good and the bad, bad, bad, bad I don't regret it, how could I? You were the best I ever had I ever had, I ever had, I ever had, I ever— [Chorus] But who's gonna push my wheelchair around when I get sick? God forbid I ever stop feeling sorry for myself for being selfish This is not the way I plan on living for the rest of my life But for right now, it gets me by It gets me by Connect with The Front Bottoms Facebook: http://facebook.com/thefrontbottoms Twitter: http://twitter.com/thefrontbottoms Instagram: http://instagram.com/thefrontbottoms Twitch: http://twitch.tv/thefrontbottomsmusic Website: http://thefrontbottoms.com