MUSIC FOR THE FUNERAL lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul]
Yah (Yah, yah, yah)
DJ Paul, KOM
Kordhell
These motherf*ckers in trouble, b*tch
Y'all already know what it is, Mafia
The motherf*ckin' King (Yah)
The creator of all this sh*t (Mafia, Mafia)
I'm back, ho
Let's go, finish 'em (Yah)

[Verse: DJ Paul]
You n*ggas can't make no hits
n*ggas resort to clout chasin'
No more no resort, on vacation
They bad-mouthin', I'm bag chasin'
They online soundin' real snitchy
That's the n*gga's walkin' real switchy
One minute, they cool with you
The next minute they switchy-switchy
They want them ignitions and them 22's
They really don't want 'em when they 55
I ain't even sendin' my killers to gеt you
b*tch-ass n*ggas boutta be eaten alivе
b*tch ass n*gga 'bout to all you get the last
This a no one dies suicide mission
Last shout at me, crash out ambitious
Financially you must bee in a bad position
'Cause them hospital beds is a bad position
f*ckin' off with the Mafia is a bad decision We Enough of guys we would blast of the f*ck musicians
You ain't in my bracket, you ain't in my division
I hang Oscars, Grammys all over the dealin
I've been here with n*ggas since twenty-four
Tryna use 'em in the 8-Mile here just to get some clout
I'm pullin' up, we burn the whole block
And throwin' your whole f*ckin' family out
[Outro: DJ Paul]
b*tch, go that way (b*tch, go that way)
b*tch, go that way (b*tch, go that way)
Get the f*ck away from 'round me, n*gga (n*gga)
b*tch, go that way (b*tch, go that way)
b*tch, go that way (b*tch, go that way)
b*tch, go that way (b*tch, go that way)
Get the f*ck away from 'round me, n*gga (n*gga)
b*tch, go that way (b*tch, go that way)
b*tch, go that way (b*tch, go that way)
b*tch, go that way (b*tch, go that way)
Get the f*ck away from 'round me, n*gga (n*gga)
b*tch, go that way (b*tch, go that way)
b*tch, go that way (b*tch, go that way)
b*tch, go that way (b*tch, go that way)
Get the f*ck away from 'round me, n*gga (n*gga)
b*tch, go that way (b*tch, go that way)
b*tch