The Game The Funeral (100 Bars) Lyrics

I'm Back....
Haha! n____z can't f___ with me man....
n____z is crazy, dogg. I run this underground rap s___, and the mainstream n____
I'ma do like Boo-Boo...
Diss n____z right when they f___ing 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 b____,
The Rotten Apple or the protégé of a snitch,
The protégé of a b____, n____ softer than a TaYBO Kick,
You Billy Blanks on them p___o flicks,
With no p___o chicks, only p___o d___s,
You Taladamore w____ 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 n____z riding in the back
(Gunshot) Tryna reach for the s___ 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 n____z,
Stacking bread around you n____z.
Every time you roll up, the feds around you n____z,
I used to watch everything I said around you n____z.
Twenty n____z on the squad, that's twenty n____z in the can,
That's twenty witnesses, twenty n____z on the stand,
God d___, 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 Q in Juice, I'm coming for Bishop, I'm gunning for Bishop,
I'm the king of this L.A. s___,
Tell me homie, is you Blood or Crip? Is you thug or b____?
Cos the ese's say,
They don't never see holmes running round L.A..
Fake a__ ghostwriter, get your lil' flow tighter
'For I put you in the trunk of this f___ing low-rider.
n____ you ain't nuttin' but Hittman in quicksand,
Got a deal cos you sucked a couple d___s, 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' a__ down somewhere,
'For I have them n____z sit yo' a__ 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'f___ers,
Y'all some silly muh'f___ers; "I say Hands Up,
Shorty wanna kick it with me"
Get that wack s___ 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 n____ in your clique that ever yelled that s___
(Gunshot) Muh'f___er, 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 n____ 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,
n____ I'm about a dollar, what the f___ 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 m____fuckin 'O'
Remember when you told me "Meet you on the top" n____?
Check the soundscan, guess who on top, n____!
Fake-a__ king of New York, you need to stop, n____,
Cos you not Big, not Nas, not Jigga,
Take your steroids, show me what you got, n____!
You ain't had a b____ since Vivica Fox, n____,
Last I heard you sucking on c___s, n____,
Nobody know cos they don't see you on the blocks, n____
Cos you be in the pre-sync with the cops, n____
Your whole staff, with a badge and a glock n____
Mid-town Manhattan, tryna stop n____s,
On the subway, chasing down shop-lifters,
All in the streets, talkin 'bout you shot n____s,
Then you went in New York Times, takin cop pictures,
I exposed you n____s and put out Stop Snitchin',
When the last time you seen 'em with some hot b____es?
See what he say when you ask him, "Where the hot b____es?"
Check the Adam's Apple, n____ them is not b____es,
You're reign on the top was shorter than the legs on a leprechaun,
Just bow down n____, accept the Don,
Nobody wanna be a hero when the Tech is strong,
Their transformers folding up like decepticons,
n____z bust like pipes when the pressure on,
See that light flash when the desert eagle at your dome,
Every rapper know from now, I'ma set the tone,
n____z real hard body 'til they head is gone,
Here come the demons, cos they know that you dead and gone,
Some n____z just don't get it, 'til you at the throne.
n____z can't f___ with me n____!
100 Bars, n____! I do 100 bars every m____fuckin day of the week, n____!
That's 700 bars a week, n____! On this f___ing underground rap s___, n____.
I can't be f___in stopped. Period, n____.
The Game, n____. West Coast Don. Black Wallstreet, n____.
I'm ready to get down when you ready to get down, m____fuckas!
I'm talkin to all you n____s!
I can't be faded, n____. n____z don't want it with me, n____.
It's just me, m____fuckas!
And I'm p___ed off.
Got me all on the front of the m____fuckin mixtape.
In a f___in stripper outfit, n____, with some g-strings on.
That ain't me, m____fuckas! This is me, m____fuckas!
Yeah! Doctor's Advocate, in stores November 7th.
Cop it when I drop it, n____.
G-G-G-G-G
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unot!
G-Unit is now officialy over. You can mail back your CD's, apparel, headbands, G-Unit spinner replicas and G-Unit shoes to 1548 South Ardmore Drive, Los Angeles, California, 90743. Thank you, have a nice day.