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The Game - The Funeral 100 Bar Lyrics

(feat. Dr Zavich)


I'm baaack
Niggas can't fuck with me man
Niggas crazy dog
I run this underground rap shit,
and the mainstream nigga
Ima do like Boo Boo, diss niggas right when they fuckin album come out,
an kill 'em
Hear the break down

[Verse 1:]
Time to seperate the men from the boys
take it straight to the bank call it Christopher Lloyd
call 'em mammas lil boy or 50's lil bitch,
the rotten apple or the protoge of a snitch
the protoge of a bitch nigga softa than a Tai Bo Kick
you Billy Blanks on them porno flicks
with no porno chicks only porno dicks
you tai lattermore whore with them G-String draws
so therefore i declare war outside Violator meet me at four
Young Buck stay back,
Banks put this autograph Jorje Possada glove on an lets play catch


[Gun shot] thats for your one platinum plaque
[Gun shot] thats for the niggas ridin in the back
[Gun shot] tryna reach for that shit on yo lap
[Gun shot] thats for yo boss sayin he write my raps
[Gun shot] Ima killa, black wall gorilla that pine box filla G-Unit catterpilla
[Gun shot] Im realla 40 ounce spilla 40 glock killa 40 glock killa

[Verse 2:]
ask spider, I be creepin and crawling
Spinning webs around you niggas
Staking bread around you niggas
Everytime you roll up, the feds surround you niggas
I used to watch everything I said around you niggas
20 niggas on the squad
20 niggas in the can
That's 20 witnesses
20 niggas on the stand
Goddam, can somebody tell 'em the street code
The Game is to be sold
And not to be told
This ain't Dre and Suge or Beans and Hove
This is one bullet, one head and one lost soul
Wipe my fingerprints off and the gun's 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 hommie is your blood crip
Is your thug a bitch
Cause the S.A say, they don't never see homes run around L.A.
Fake ass ghost rider
Get your little flow tighter
Before I put you in the trunk
Of this fucking low rider
Nigga u ain't nothin but hitman and quicksand
gat a deal cause you sucked a couple of dicks and
turned your back on Dulene and Jimmy Hinchman
Just take this as a warning don't flinch men

Where your rag? you from 190?
You know Pep do, you bang east coast?
Have you ever hopped164
Do the hood feel your wack ass flow?

[Verse 3:]
So sit your lil ass down somewhere
Before i have them niggas sit you down somewhere
In the ground somewhere
Out of town somewhere
breaking news, body has been found somewhere
Now back to the video
Look at this silly mu'fuckers
Y'all are some silly mu'fuckers
I say "hands up"
Shorty wanna kick it with me
Get dat whack shit off B.E.T
Turn the channel
All black lamborgh
Wear them black flannel
Speakers in the trunk with more humps than a camel
Men I'm saying, I ain't playing, I'm spraying
Any nigga in your clique that are be up dat shit

[Gun shot] Mu'fucka dat's for yayo and Buck
[Gun shot] That's for hot ride promotional truck
[Gun shot] That's for Kanye and beefing with Puff
[Gun shot] Tell dat nigga dat's behind you to duck

I'm a killer
Black wall gorilla
Any clip filler
My deep capila
I'm realler
The hallow tip driller
The rap godzilla
The Lloyd banks killer

[Verse 4:]
In a diablo under the tent
Nigga I'm about a dollar, what the fuck is 50 cent?
When Jay said it I ain'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"
Remember when you told me "meet you on the top"?
Check the sound scan guess who's on top, nigga
Fake ass king of New York you need to stop, nigga
cause you not Big, not Nas, not Jigga
Taking steroids show me wat you got, nigga
You ain't had a bitch since Vivica Fox, nigga
Last I heard you suckin on cocks, nigga
Nobody know cause they don't see you on the blocks, nigga
Cause you being on the precinct with the cops, nigga
Your whole staff with a badge and clock, nigga
Mid town, Manhattan trying to stop niggas
On the subway chasing down shoplifters
All in the streets talking bout you shot niggas
Then you in Ney York times taking cop pictures
I expose you niggas and put out, stop snitching
When the last time you seen him with some hot bitches
See what he say when you ask him where the hot bitch is
Check they adam's apples nigga, they is not bitches
You reign on the top was shorter than the legs on a lepricorn
Just bow down nigga, accept the Don
Nobody wanna be a hero when the tech is strong
They transformer's folding up like the Dicepticons
Niggas bust like pipes when the pressure on
See the light flash when that desert eagle wet your dome
Every rapper know from now I'ma set the tone
Niggas real hard body till they head is gone
Here come them demons cause they know you are gone
Some niggas just don't get it till you wed they throne.

Niggas can't fuck with me
Hundred bars, nigga
I do a hundred bars every muthafucking day of the week, nigga
That's 7 hundred bars a week, nigga
On this fucking underground shit, nigga
I can't be fucking stopped, period, nigga!!
The Game, nigga...west coast Don
Black wall street, nigga
I'm ready to get down when you ready to get down, muthafuckas
I'm talking to all you niggas
I can't be fadded, nigga
You niggas don't want it with me, nigga
It's just me muthafuckas, and I'm pissed off
Got me all in front of the muthafucking mixed tape
In a fuckin strippa outfit nigga, with some G-Strings on
That ain't me muthafuckas
This is me muthafuckas


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