The Game

The Game - The Funeral 100 Bar

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(feat. Dr Zavich)

[Intro:]

I'm baaack

haha

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

[Hook:]

[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?

No!!

You know Pep do, you bang east coast?

No!!

Have you ever hopped164

No!!

Do the hood feel your wack ass flow?

No!!

[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

[Hook:]

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.

[Outro:]

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

Yeah!!!

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