URLtv, Funeral F.A.M.E., Zig Zag - Funeral F.A.M.E. vs. Zig Zag lyrics
[URLtv, Funeral F.A.M.E., Zig Zag - Funeral F.A.M.E. vs. Zig Zag lyrics]
Why would you wanna battle me
Knowing yo' mom ain't got no edges?
And her pussy hair's nappy, too
Oh, oh, oh, oh, and while she be toppin'
He be knockin' on the door, cockblockin'
Look, I ain't mad at you
I get why you wanna fight
What? 'Cause, I'm givin' your moms the pipe?
I mean
I guess if I caught a nigga givin' my mama D
(Momma Dee) , I'dbe a Lil Scrappy, too!
I seen your bitch, thought of a plot
Said "Fuck it" and shot my shot
She shot me the addy, Ishot straight to
Your crib wit' all my shottas, akh
We kick in the door, I'll let off a shot
Then all my shottas shot
The next shot I shot hit
Her and then FAME next
All you can hear is, "I'm shot! I'm shot!"
Bitch, you weak in these streets!
If you can't see beef before it happen
Yo' ass would be dead
I mean, even through this bird, I
(еye) view his third eyе through
The back of his head!
Dope, strap, and the bread
He had all of his eggs in one basket
He had to be trippin'
You'll think he sat on them bitches
The way we in here yokin' (yolk) his ass up
My oldhead taught me how to get
Rid of a bodythrough religious education
He showed me the true meaning
Of why must limbs (Muslims) be separated
He went from bein' Muslim to atheist
At first, I ain't understand
See, I was dead lost
Said it'll be hard to find God after you
Cut off his arm, leg, leg, arm
And his head off i get it now
He said, "The clothes gon' be drenched you
Gotta switch 'em out
Or otherwise, it's gon' look like
You washed in his blood
And they think you Christian now-"
'Scuse me, I'm from a different era
Don't worry about my age -
Just know I'm seasoned, nigga
Matter fact, i'll be the same age as
My strap on my birthday
And you better pray I don't reach it, nigga
That just mean I'm 38
I'm a son of a gun, yeah
I'm at that special age
I'll let that weapon raise and
Put one in your lung
Your whole chest'll cave
But, if you feelin' froggy, leap - yeah
(year) 'Cause after the 29th time
This cross yo' mind
You gon' know! Black! History!
Or at least feelin' extra dazed (days)!
Don't get up here and get outta body!
I should kill your league owner
For sendin' this goof matter fact, as soon-
The moment you 'Lose Yourself'
I'll killin' 'im and 'im (Eminem) too
I told God you'd be dressed to impress
When I send Him to you
So I bought him a sweet tux
'cause it's only right you send him a
(cinnamon) suit! You think you 2Pac!?
You think you 2Pac!?
What, you runnin' wit' Outlaws?
You think you 2Pac!? You think you 2Pac!?
Welli remember the bathroom with your hair
But, you think you 2Pac!?
What, you up here runnin' with Outlaws?
Don't get your crew shot i grab my dawg
(Dogg) Pound, you'll end up missin' here
(hair) like Snoop locs
I do not need new opps
But they said it's true beef
Yo, fuck it- like Snoop locs fuck, damn, yo-
I put my dawg (Dogg) Pound
You'll end up missin' here
(hair) like Snoop locs
I do not need new opps
But they said it's true beef, so I drew heat
So if somebody Black holla, "They
(holiday) shootin'"
I'll pull a Glock-19: Happy Juneteenth!
Yo, I ain't gon' flex
Bills be having me feelin' like Rex when
I'm sharin' the stage wit' these rookies
So y'all gon' end up sharin' a shot
Since you got your dawg facin'
(dog face) a pussy!
Nigga, you'se a man tramp!
And his bitch be on my dick
He can't stand that
The fact that after one-two, she
Blowin' my flute like
"This one time at band camp"
If that's amusing
Wait 'til I stuff his lil' ass
In one of them speakers
He won't get found into it
You gon' have to watch VH1 to
Find out what happened to FAME
(fame) Behind the Music!
They call me "Zig Zag, " nigga!
"Zig" 'cause Z's a G!
Said to make that extra point like a PAT!
I'm a Thriller, nigga! You better be B-A-D!
He sparred wit' the Man in the Mirror? Well
He ain't ME! BaRazor shit!
GO! Gimme my FUCKIN' trophy!
Out the gate, this only 24 hours prep
So I ain't got no angles
Just some name flips and a
Bunch of gun sound effects
Like "HeadshotboW!"
I know y'all hate that gun sound effect
'Til it's a funeral, organs playin'
Now let's see how many that sound affect
A pound is next!
Or I take a rope, wrap it around his neck!
Now Zig Zag
(cough) chokin' like I'm smokin' him
You know I'll give you that sound effect
Or a round is next!
But before the shot, add a silencer
You know that make the sound deflect
Now it's a headshot - (ptoo)
The barrel toned
(baritone) , that's the sound of death!
Why y'all put me in front of this goofball!?
Big blikky, I'll let a few fly
Billz, tell your dude bye
BOW! I left his soul at the door like jummah!
It's only one round! I'm 'bout
To lose my mind! Get my black clothes ready
- it's FUNERAL TIME!
I never go out of business
The streets always provide for me!
Funerals cost - niggas can't
Even die for free! Whup, I'm a young gun
So all that OG shit? I am not entertained!
Yeah, you talk the trap well, but, nigga
I am not in amazed
The only influence Zig Zag ever had
On me was Iverson braids! I'm wild in a rage
Yeah, I got a complexnigga
Call me "short" and I get big mad
Then I'll pull a gun from a big bag
And tell the bullet what Tre
Shoulda told Ricky: "Nigga
Run in a Zig Zag!"
He take off, I aim, then I pull it slow
Why the fuck I'mma care about Zig Zag? Nigga
A bullet don't! I see this big lil' homie
I start thinking, "Hold up
Y'alli could be in a mountain of trouble
I mean, what if I can't get it out the coat?
That's a big nigga"
I don't know if a punch can
Knock him out if we scuffle
That's when I went blazin'
Nigga I had to shoot it out the bubble
Diaper daddy, I'm so special
I can shoot at any arena, there's test levels
Mascot, silver bulldog, the best metal
Adam Morrison
After the three from the gun Zag'll
(Gonzaga) never make it to the next level
I'm that special but Bill can give you shot
After shot after shot
Like he don't know the sorry
Fuck that you are bape shoes
I get a kick outta Bill thinkin' he
Can turn Zag into a star
Nah, you always yellin' bar razors
Well I'm from here but Kenny don't
Want the gun in the club
So you know what's at the bar? Razors
I'm a different breed my pops went to work
I went up the block I spied
A way to different flavors
See from Bronx Tale we really
Let the bar raise us then a 'matic fly
But before I hit his beanie
(Beenie) , Man I gotta ask the guy
Ratchet singin', 'If I Could Be Your Girl'
Gun cocks Nigga Zag aside
Let it rain on the Carolinas
Shit I'm talkin' wipe the coast
Shoot Zig Zag in the air
With somethin' light then (lightening) bolt
He get a shit bag from a
Big bag when this flash
Big blade, I hit Zig Zag, with a zig zag
Right at his neck
Shit lookin' like he talkin' to a dispatch
Man down, i seen Bull City with a bullseye
And the body riddled on contact
Now Durham in a frenzy
They know it ain't no gettin' no time back
But Carolina always talkin' 'bout Unity
Well let's see if they rally
(Raleigh) behind that 9's clap
I call a play and you gettin' killed
I told my hitter, to be a ball hog
It takes a different skill
That's when he ran down on Zig Zag
Nigga this a drill i lift and peel
Early mornin', I'm on his block stalkin'
He came out, I followed every move he made
I'm talkin' from the trap to his mom's house
Nigga he was to the lawyer's office
I took Zig Zag route
I'm tryin' to shake this corner off
And the four I'm sparkin'
Nigga you just a shoo in that fit the body
And if I kill you twice that's a double homi
Y'all see Zig Zag reboxed kamikaze
Knowing yo' mom ain't got no edges?
And her pussy hair's nappy, too
Oh, oh, oh, oh, and while she be toppin'
He be knockin' on the door, cockblockin'
Look, I ain't mad at you
I get why you wanna fight
What? 'Cause, I'm givin' your moms the pipe?
I mean
I guess if I caught a nigga givin' my mama D
(Momma Dee) , I'dbe a Lil Scrappy, too!
I seen your bitch, thought of a plot
Said "Fuck it" and shot my shot
She shot me the addy, Ishot straight to
Your crib wit' all my shottas, akh
We kick in the door, I'll let off a shot
Then all my shottas shot
The next shot I shot hit
Her and then FAME next
All you can hear is, "I'm shot! I'm shot!"
Bitch, you weak in these streets!
If you can't see beef before it happen
Yo' ass would be dead
I mean, even through this bird, I
(еye) view his third eyе through
The back of his head!
Dope, strap, and the bread
He had all of his eggs in one basket
He had to be trippin'
You'll think he sat on them bitches
The way we in here yokin' (yolk) his ass up
My oldhead taught me how to get
Rid of a bodythrough religious education
He showed me the true meaning
Of why must limbs (Muslims) be separated
He went from bein' Muslim to atheist
At first, I ain't understand
See, I was dead lost
Said it'll be hard to find God after you
Cut off his arm, leg, leg, arm
And his head off i get it now
He said, "The clothes gon' be drenched you
Gotta switch 'em out
Or otherwise, it's gon' look like
You washed in his blood
And they think you Christian now-"
'Scuse me, I'm from a different era
Don't worry about my age -
Just know I'm seasoned, nigga
Matter fact, i'll be the same age as
My strap on my birthday
And you better pray I don't reach it, nigga
That just mean I'm 38
I'm a son of a gun, yeah
I'm at that special age
I'll let that weapon raise and
Put one in your lung
Your whole chest'll cave
But, if you feelin' froggy, leap - yeah
(year) 'Cause after the 29th time
This cross yo' mind
You gon' know! Black! History!
Or at least feelin' extra dazed (days)!
Don't get up here and get outta body!
I should kill your league owner
For sendin' this goof matter fact, as soon-
The moment you 'Lose Yourself'
I'll killin' 'im and 'im (Eminem) too
I told God you'd be dressed to impress
When I send Him to you
So I bought him a sweet tux
'cause it's only right you send him a
(cinnamon) suit! You think you 2Pac!?
You think you 2Pac!?
What, you runnin' wit' Outlaws?
You think you 2Pac!? You think you 2Pac!?
Welli remember the bathroom with your hair
But, you think you 2Pac!?
What, you up here runnin' with Outlaws?
Don't get your crew shot i grab my dawg
(Dogg) Pound, you'll end up missin' here
(hair) like Snoop locs
I do not need new opps
But they said it's true beef
Yo, fuck it- like Snoop locs fuck, damn, yo-
I put my dawg (Dogg) Pound
You'll end up missin' here
(hair) like Snoop locs
I do not need new opps
But they said it's true beef, so I drew heat
So if somebody Black holla, "They
(holiday) shootin'"
I'll pull a Glock-19: Happy Juneteenth!
Yo, I ain't gon' flex
Bills be having me feelin' like Rex when
I'm sharin' the stage wit' these rookies
So y'all gon' end up sharin' a shot
Since you got your dawg facin'
(dog face) a pussy!
Nigga, you'se a man tramp!
And his bitch be on my dick
He can't stand that
The fact that after one-two, she
Blowin' my flute like
"This one time at band camp"
If that's amusing
Wait 'til I stuff his lil' ass
In one of them speakers
He won't get found into it
You gon' have to watch VH1 to
Find out what happened to FAME
(fame) Behind the Music!
They call me "Zig Zag, " nigga!
"Zig" 'cause Z's a G!
Said to make that extra point like a PAT!
I'm a Thriller, nigga! You better be B-A-D!
He sparred wit' the Man in the Mirror? Well
He ain't ME! BaRazor shit!
GO! Gimme my FUCKIN' trophy!
Out the gate, this only 24 hours prep
So I ain't got no angles
Just some name flips and a
Bunch of gun sound effects
Like "HeadshotboW!"
I know y'all hate that gun sound effect
'Til it's a funeral, organs playin'
Now let's see how many that sound affect
A pound is next!
Or I take a rope, wrap it around his neck!
Now Zig Zag
(cough) chokin' like I'm smokin' him
You know I'll give you that sound effect
Or a round is next!
But before the shot, add a silencer
You know that make the sound deflect
Now it's a headshot - (ptoo)
The barrel toned
(baritone) , that's the sound of death!
Why y'all put me in front of this goofball!?
Big blikky, I'll let a few fly
Billz, tell your dude bye
BOW! I left his soul at the door like jummah!
It's only one round! I'm 'bout
To lose my mind! Get my black clothes ready
- it's FUNERAL TIME!
I never go out of business
The streets always provide for me!
Funerals cost - niggas can't
Even die for free! Whup, I'm a young gun
So all that OG shit? I am not entertained!
Yeah, you talk the trap well, but, nigga
I am not in amazed
The only influence Zig Zag ever had
On me was Iverson braids! I'm wild in a rage
Yeah, I got a complexnigga
Call me "short" and I get big mad
Then I'll pull a gun from a big bag
And tell the bullet what Tre
Shoulda told Ricky: "Nigga
Run in a Zig Zag!"
He take off, I aim, then I pull it slow
Why the fuck I'mma care about Zig Zag? Nigga
A bullet don't! I see this big lil' homie
I start thinking, "Hold up
Y'alli could be in a mountain of trouble
I mean, what if I can't get it out the coat?
That's a big nigga"
I don't know if a punch can
Knock him out if we scuffle
That's when I went blazin'
Nigga I had to shoot it out the bubble
Diaper daddy, I'm so special
I can shoot at any arena, there's test levels
Mascot, silver bulldog, the best metal
Adam Morrison
After the three from the gun Zag'll
(Gonzaga) never make it to the next level
I'm that special but Bill can give you shot
After shot after shot
Like he don't know the sorry
Fuck that you are bape shoes
I get a kick outta Bill thinkin' he
Can turn Zag into a star
Nah, you always yellin' bar razors
Well I'm from here but Kenny don't
Want the gun in the club
So you know what's at the bar? Razors
I'm a different breed my pops went to work
I went up the block I spied
A way to different flavors
See from Bronx Tale we really
Let the bar raise us then a 'matic fly
But before I hit his beanie
(Beenie) , Man I gotta ask the guy
Ratchet singin', 'If I Could Be Your Girl'
Gun cocks Nigga Zag aside
Let it rain on the Carolinas
Shit I'm talkin' wipe the coast
Shoot Zig Zag in the air
With somethin' light then (lightening) bolt
He get a shit bag from a
Big bag when this flash
Big blade, I hit Zig Zag, with a zig zag
Right at his neck
Shit lookin' like he talkin' to a dispatch
Man down, i seen Bull City with a bullseye
And the body riddled on contact
Now Durham in a frenzy
They know it ain't no gettin' no time back
But Carolina always talkin' 'bout Unity
Well let's see if they rally
(Raleigh) behind that 9's clap
I call a play and you gettin' killed
I told my hitter, to be a ball hog
It takes a different skill
That's when he ran down on Zig Zag
Nigga this a drill i lift and peel
Early mornin', I'm on his block stalkin'
He came out, I followed every move he made
I'm talkin' from the trap to his mom's house
Nigga he was to the lawyer's office
I took Zig Zag route
I'm tryin' to shake this corner off
And the four I'm sparkin'
Nigga you just a shoo in that fit the body
And if I kill you twice that's a double homi
Y'all see Zig Zag reboxed kamikaze
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