The Game: The funeral 100 bar

[Intro:]Niggas can't fuck with me menNiggas crazy dawwgI run this underground rap shitAnd the mainstream niggaI'ma do like boo booThis Niggas right when they fuckNow I'ma come outAnd Kill 'emHit the brerak down[Verse I:]Time to separate the men from the boysTake it straight to the bank called Christopher LloydsCalled a mama's little boyOr 50's little bitchThe rotten apple, or the protoge of a snitchThe protoge of a bitchNiga softer than the Tabo kickYou billy blanks on a porno flickWith no porno chicksOnly porno dicksYou try to lie to more hoes with them G-string drawsAnd so therefore I declare warOutside violater meet me at fourYoung Buck stay backBench put this authographFor a hit put aside the gloveLets play catch[Gun shot] For your one platinium plaq[Gun shot] That's for them niggas ridding in the back[Gun shot] trying to reach for that shit on your lap[Gun shot] That's for your boss and he riding my vest[Hook:]I'm a killerBlack wall gorillaThe paam boxilaG-Unit capillaI'm reallerForty ounce reallerForty gloc pillarForty gloc killer (Gun shot)[Verse II:]Ex spider, I'll be creeping and crawlingSpinning webs around you niggasStaking bread around you niggasEverytime you roll up, the feds surround you niggasI used to watch everything I said around you niggas20 niggas on the squard20 niggas in the canThat's 20 witnesses20 niggas on the standGoddam, can somebody tell 'em the street codeThe Game is to be soldAnd not to be toldThis ain't Dre and sure go beans and hoesThis is one bullet, one hit and one lost soulWipe my fingerprints off and the gun's tossed inWith the fishes like you and juiceI'm coming for bishop, I'm gunning for bishopI'm the king of this L.A shittell me hommie is your blood cripIs your dog a bitchCause the S.A say, they don't never see homes run around L.A.Fake ass ghost riderGet your little flow tighterBefore I put you in the trunkOf this fucking low riderNigga u ain't nothin but hitman and quicksandgat a deal cause you sucked a couple of dicks andturned your back on Dulene and Jimmy Hinch menJust take this as a warning don't flinch menWear yur rag, you one I know?No!!You know bep do, you bang east coast?No!!Have you ever had 164No!!Do the hood feel your wack ass flow?No!![Verse III:]So sit your little ass down somewhereBefore i have them niggas sit you down somewhereIn the ground somewhereOut of town somewherebreaking news, body has been found somewhereNow back to the videoLook at this silly mu'fuckersY'all are some silly mu'fuckersI say "hands up"Shorty wanna kick it with meGet dat wack shit off B.E.TTurn the channelAll black lamborghWear them black flannelSpeakers in the trunk with more humps than a camelMen I'm saying, I ain't playing, I'm sprayingAny 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 killerBlack wall gorillaAnything clip fillerMy deep capilaI'm reallerThe hallow tip drillerThe rap godzillaThe Lloyd banks killer[Verse IV:]In a diablo under the tentNigga I'm about a dollar, what the fuck is 50 cent?When Jay said it I ain't know what it meantNow I understand, it's starting to make senseNow the whole world knowWhy I took the "I" out of G-UnitAnd replaced it with a muthafuckin "O"Remember when you told me "meet you on the top"?Check the sound scan quess who's on top, niggaFake ass king of New York you need to stop, niggacause you nat Big, nat Nas, nat JiggaTaking steroids show me wat you gat, niggaYou ain't had a bitch since Vivica Fox, niggaLast I heard you suckin on cocks, niggaNobody know cause they don't see you on the blocks, niggaCause you being on the precinct with the cops, niggaYour whole staff with a badge and clock, niggaMid town, Manhattan trying to stop niggasOn the subway chasing down shopliftersAll in the streets talking bout you shot niggasThen you in Nwy York times taking cop picturesI expose you niggas and put out, stop snitchingWhen the last time you seen him with some hot bitchesSee wat he say when you ask him where the hot bitch isCheck they adam's apples nigga, they is nat bitchesYou reign on the top was shorter than the legs on a lepricornJust bow down nigga, accept the DonNobody wanna be a hero when the tech is strongThe transformer's folding up like the septic canNiggas bust like pipes when the pressure runsSee the light flash when that desert eagle wet your donEvery rapper know from now I'ma set the toneNiggas real hot body till their head is goneHere come them demons cause they know you are goneSome niggas just don't get it till you wet they throne.[Outro:]Niggas can't fuck with meHundred bars, niggaI do a hundred bars every muthafucking day of the week, niggaThat's 7 hundred bars a week, niggaOn this fucking underground shit, niggaI can't be fucking stopped, period, nigga!!The Game, nigga...west coast DonBlack wall street, niggaI'm ready to get down when you ready to get down, muthafuckasI'm talking to all you niggasI can't be fadded, niggaYou niggas don't want it with me, niggaIt's just me muthafuckas, and I'm pissed offGat me all in fron of the muthafucking mixed tapeThat ain't me muthafuckasThis is me muthafuckasYeah!!