The Game - The Funeral (100 More Bars) | Текст песни

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• The Funeral (100 More Bars)

I'm Back....
Haha! Niggaz can't fuck with me man....
Niggaz is crazy, dogg. I run this underground rap shit, and the mainstream nigga
I'ma do like Boo-Boo...
Diss niggaz right when they fucking album come out... and kill 'em!
Hear the breakdown,
Time to separate the men from the boys,
Take it straight to the bank, call it Christopher Lloyd,
Call it momma's little boy, or 50's little bitch,
The Rotten Apple or the protégé of a snitch,
The protégé of a bitch, nigga softer than a TaYBO Kick,
You Billy Blanks on them porno flicks,
With no porno chicks, only porno dicks,
You Taladamore whore with them g-string drawers,
And so therefore, I declare war,
Outside violator, meet me at four ,
Young Buck stay back, Banks put this autograph
A jorge posada glove on and let's play catch!
(Gunshot) That's for your one platinum plaque
(Gunshot) That's for the niggaz riding in the back
(Gunshot) Tryna reach for the shit on your lap
(Gunshot) That's for your boss sayin' he write my raps (Gunshot)

I'ma killa, Blackwall Gorilla,
That pine-box sealer, G-Unit cap peeler,
I'm realer, 40 oz. spiller,
40 glock killer, 40 GLOCC KILLER!

Ask Spider, I be creepin’ and crawlin’, spinning webs around you niggaz,
Stacking bread around you niggaz.
Every time you roll up, the feds around you niggaz,
I used to watch everything I said around you niggaz.
Twenty niggaz on the squad, that's twenty niggaz in the can,
That's twenty witnesses, twenty niggaz on the stand,
God damn, can someone tell them the street code,
The Game is to be sold, and not to be told
This ain't Dre and Suge or Beans and Hov
This is one bullet, one head, and one lost soul.
Wipe my fingerprints off, and the gun is tossed in with the fishes
Like you and Juice, I'm coming for Bishop, I'm gunning for Bishop,
I'm the king of this L.A. shit,
Tell me homie, is you Blood or Crip? Is you thug or bitch?
Cos the ese's say,
They don't never see holmes running round L.A..
Fake ass ghostwriter, get your lil' flow tighter
'For I put you in the trunk of this fucking low-rider.
Nigga you ain't nuttin' but Hittman in quicksand,
Got a deal cos you sucked a couple dicks, and
Turned your back on Delany and Jimmy Henchman,
Just take this as a warning, don't flinch, man.
Wear your rag, you from 1-9-0? No!
You know Pap, do you bang east coast? No!
Have you ever hopped 1-6-4? No!
Do the hood feel your wackass flow? No!
So sit your lil' ass down somewhere,
'For I have them niggaz sit yo' ass down somewhere,
In the ground somewhere, outta town somewhere,
Breakin news, body has been found somewhere,
Now back to the video, look at these silly muh'fuckers,
Y'all some silly muh'fuckers; "I say Hands Up,
Shorty wanna kick it with me"
Get that wack shit of BET,
Turn the channel, all Black Lambo,
Red and black flannel, speakers in the trunk,
With more humps then a camel,
Man, I'm sayin, I ain't playin, I'm sprayin',
Any nigga in your clique that ever yelled that shit
(Gunshot) Muh'fucker, that's for Yayo and Buck
(Gunshot) That's for Hot Rod promotional truck
(Gunshot) That's for Kanye, and beefin' with Puff
(Gunshot) Tell the nigga that's behind you, Duck!

Gunshot) I'ma killa, Blackwall Gorilla,
Any clip filler, Mobb Deep cap peeler.
I'm realer, the hollow-tip driller,
The rap Godzilla, the Lloyd Banks killer! (Gunshot)

In the diablo, under the tent,
Nigga I'm about a dollar, what the fuck is 50 Cent?
When Jay said it, I didn't know what it meant,
Now I understand, it's starting to make sense.
Now the whole world know why I took the 'I' out of G-Unit,
And replaced it with a muthafuckin 'O'

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