Cam’ron - Dead the Funeral lyrics

'For leaf big blowgun, fag nigga's bitch
Doj' an'
Peach chrome, sick Rover, Zeek home
The bid over he looked at me and said "Killa
I'll be your kitchen pitcher
The bid was rough"
I said nigga I did the bid wit' ya
Capiche, not Mona Lisa it's the big picture
Six scriptures, six blickers, grip triggers
Strip niggas
The Big Dipper, swig liquor, big liver
Now that you home watch the shit differ
I dig nigga soon as a nigga whisper
Believe we jiggin' Jigga
He Elton Brand in a barber chair
He'll get the Clippers
I don't care who you are, the point
Don't be stupid pa
We celebrities with guns, shooting stars
Yeah remove ya bras
A few of ours in through-in cars
Spray 21, Blackjack, I knew ya cards
Kid roll, Peter Rowe like Kennedy
Friends with me at the graveyard
Visit's from old enemies
Some bitched, some snitched
Some owed us dough
Piss on the tombstone, write on it
"Told you so" check my portfolio
I was poor then rose to dough
KNow what I'm about in a drought I score
Overflow
I'm the waterboy, wet work for water call
The price is nice, TLC, some waterfalls
Fiends snort it all
This fact I report to y'all
Go inside, extort them all
From short to tall you oughta ball
And where the ballas live and all
My friends all to win
This the second time around
That shit you call again damn yo' lady fine
You been on yo' baby grind
Me I'm 86, highest temp, P-89s
Everyday we shine, fine, don't pay me mind
My watches are retarded
You can call 'em crazy times
Mines are more than brothers
We gon' rock til the Range, Benz
And Porsches clutter garage, assorted colors
Yeah Crayola box, for that, payola doc
I'll lay you over a stroller
With the strangest odor ock
Is it over not, huh, we immune to you
We shoot the wake up
Straight up and dead the funeral break
Ay yo hold the fuck up
I said we gon' shoot the wake
Up and dead the fu -
You dead already we gon' dead the fu -
Matter fact son, bring that shit back up
Fuck it

And you heard Rell, I do worst than foul
They murdered Roberta
Lawyer murdered murder trials
We deserve to style, walk on Persian tile
On the island with millions, Durst to Al
I get cake in layers, not the Daily News
But when I flip, I make the papers
Hate the mayor
I'm a gangsta, I fuck ma, go date a player
Man these dudes are fish market
Straight fillet ya
Went to war with Cuomo, then Pataki
Then Guilliani
Then I went to North Cackalacky
What you gon' tell a mobster
Cake was hella proper
No Petey Pablo when I saw them helicopters
That's the letter niggas
Trick us from the ghetto bird
Her word said I gave the whole ghetto birds
Man your case go find it
Need a new assignment that ain't giving out
First of all it's called consignment
Contest to play
You got no gunwounds, jail time, felonies
Real shit on your resume
I get you extra yay, not tomorrow, yesterday
If they ask, never say, snitch
And we never play, ay