Swollen Members - Burns And Scars lyrics
(feat. Son Doobie) [Mad Child] 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 d**h, a**a**ins disguised as waiters Madchild, Darth Vader, and the caped crusader Top that, barracuda, black panther, and bobcat Anger management and unlimited guns Natural born k**ers of the primitive one [Chorus: Son Doobie] Cause the spot's that hot A lot of shots bust but I can't get got And n***as 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 f** 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 f** 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 f**in 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, f** a b**h forever Like Salt-n-Peppa, Vanessa Del held whatever Defender of the D-cup, the mad s** offender [CHORUS 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 [Chorus 2X]