Cam'ron - Funeral [Lyrics/Paroles]

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Cam'ron - Funeral

[Verse 1]

'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, visits 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


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

[Verse 2]

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