Young Buck
Young Buck - Funeral Music lyrics
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The business is entertainment And what entertain the customers is the sight of blood Cam, I mean, I was bein' nice to him, okay, I'll get him You niggas should worship the ground I walk on I make mills off the tracks I talk on, it's kingpin 50, don't call me, nigga, I don't wanna talk it out The 40 cal'll hit your leg, go on and walk it out I see it clear, you tryin' to sabotage Jimmy See what happens when you talk after sippin' the Henny? I'll send Haitian niggas at you, yeah, sak pase Zoe pound niggas, they don't play Buck stabbin' niggas on camera and it's okay 'Cause my money make my lawyers make the shit go away Attempted murder, get a year on probation Cam, are you clear what you facin'? You must ain't hear me, I done told you, I'm a boss I'm eatin' good but I ain't chubby like Ricky Ross Word on the street is that 50's not Jay And Cam better stay out of his way Everything's cooler than a fan till you rolled on Have you in the I.C.U., tryin' to hold on Niggas in the waitin' room, been waitin' so long Till they hear the flat line, the doc say, he's gone, he's gone That's fucked up When they say he's gone He dead Well, he knew that could happen, fuckin' with the kid This is graveyard music right here, ya dig? This is not competition, this is murder Career endin', mind bendin', Southside, ya finished Now look, niggas laughin' at Cam, down on Lennox They heard what he did but they don't know why he did it I have eighty of them boys with black flags Come through with black mags And have you niggas zipped up in black bags For a second he was hot, now he cold I apply pressure on niggas until they fold But never mind me, man, that's just how I be The game got me trained, they call me the hustle man And like fame, my style will live forever They thought I crossover 'cause they don't know no better I think they think I'm laxed now 'cause I got the cheddar Till I return back bustin', trust me, it's nothin' Everything's cooler than a fan till you rolled on Have you in the I.C.U., tryin' to hold on Niggas in the waitin' room, been waitin' so long Till they hear the flat line, the doc say, he's gone, he's gone When they say he's gone It shouldn't have to be like this, man Dipset, Cam, stay up, I'm not gonna destroy Dipset Just gotta make changes, from now on, Jimmy's the boss of Dipset And Juelz is the capo, he's gone Cam's demoted to soldier, we like Jimmy better anyway Ballin', come on, man What's the last Cam joint you liked? Computers computin', boogity, boobity, he's gone Cameron, you better learn how to talk to me, oh