Letras:
Funeral Silent Weapons

world trade, nothing can satisfy the hunger of the conquerors. Unaware of our senseless violence. Slaves to our captors. Held down and kept silent

niggas move in silence And I'mma silently creep upon these niggas slowly And split the funeral money, [Incomprehensible] Homie don't ya know me? I'm that nigga wit the weapons

you see is steam Undercover tight blue jeans harass teens The neighborhood is flooded with drugs, sex and violence Freeze, you have the right to remain silent