50 Cent - Funeral Music (Cam’ron Diss) lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
[50 Cent - Funeral Music Cam’ron Diss lyrics]
The Business is entertainment
And what entertain the customers is
The sight of blood
Cam I mean, I was bein nice to him
Ok I'll get him
You niggas should worship the
Ground I walk on
I make mills off the tracks I talk on
(It's king-pin) 50 don't call me nigga I
Don't wanna talk it out
The 40 cal'll hit yo' 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 ok
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, 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 ICU tryin to hold on
Niggas in the waitin room been waitin so long
Till they hear the flatline the
Doc say he's gone, he's gone
(Ha ha, that's fucked up)
When they say he's gone
(Ah ha, ah ha, ah ha, 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 Lenox
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 it 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 (OHHH)
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, hahahahahaha! (He's gone)
Cameron, you better learn how to
Talk to me! OHHHH!
And what entertain the customers is
The sight of blood
Cam I mean, I was bein nice to him
Ok I'll get him
You niggas should worship the
Ground I walk on
I make mills off the tracks I talk on
(It's king-pin) 50 don't call me nigga I
Don't wanna talk it out
The 40 cal'll hit yo' 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 ok
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, 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 ICU tryin to hold on
Niggas in the waitin room been waitin so long
Till they hear the flatline the
Doc say he's gone, he's gone
(Ha ha, that's fucked up)
When they say he's gone
(Ah ha, ah ha, ah ha, 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 Lenox
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 it 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 (OHHH)
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, hahahahahaha! (He's gone)
Cameron, you better learn how to
Talk to me! OHHHH!