100 Bars (The Funeral) The Game
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[Intro]
I'm baack... Haha! Niggas can't fuck with me, man
Niggas is crazy, dog
I run this underground rap shit, and the mainstream, nigga!
I'ma do like Boo-Boo: diss niggas right when they fuckin' album come out... and kill 'em!
[Verse 1]
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 Tae Bo Kick
You Billy Blanks on them porno flicks
With no porno chicks, only porno dicks
You Ty Lattimore 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!
[Hook 1]
(Gunshot) That's for your one platinum plaque
(Gunshot) That's for the niggas ridin' in the back
(Gunshot) Tryna reach for that shit on your lap
(Gunshot) That's for your boss sayin' he write my raps (Gunshot) I'm a killa, Blackwall Gorilla
That pine-box sealer, G-Unit cap peeler
I'm realer, 40 oz. spiller
40 Glock killer, 40 Glocc killer!
I'm baack... Haha! Niggas can't fuck with me, man
Niggas is crazy, dog
I run this underground rap shit, and the mainstream, nigga!
I'ma do like Boo-Boo: diss niggas right when they fuckin' album come out... and kill 'em!
[Verse 1]
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 Tae Bo Kick
You Billy Blanks on them porno flicks
With no porno chicks, only porno dicks
You Ty Lattimore 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!
[Hook 1]
(Gunshot) That's for your one platinum plaque
(Gunshot) That's for the niggas ridin' in the back
(Gunshot) Tryna reach for that shit on your lap
(Gunshot) That's for your boss sayin' he write my raps (Gunshot) I'm a killa, Blackwall Gorilla
That pine-box sealer, G-Unit cap peeler
I'm realer, 40 oz. spiller
40 Glock killer, 40 Glocc killer!
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