Fabolous — Funeral Service Music

(Intro: DJ Drama & Fabolous) Funeral service music! (Uhh, uhh) that nigga's lyrics sound like he passed away, I'm sending a hearse.. (Uhh). Hahahaha. Ahh, man. Street fam AMG! (Uhh). hakeem You know talking shit right!hakeem (Right). Now funerals, those shits are expensive. Haha.. Ahh... Nice (Verse 1: Fabolous) Yeah, I mean what I say like the dictionary I don't write rhymes, I write obituaries New state, new date, I got a bitch in every I picked you up, I knocked you down, get the picture Carrie I get you buried, Trey Ocho speci Fuck it, I dig the hole, I'm so Joe Pesci Goodfellas shit, rose gold Presi Kush in attendance, Rose moe presi If they don't like yo' boy, those hoes lezzy We lucille ball, and blow those dessies, (heh, heh, heh) Yeah, Ricky Ricardo, sit in the car though Matte black Gallardo, Freck tell em our dough, match Wells Fargo Ten gees in every pocket, and we wearing cargos Hit them with the hook like killah Kareem on em Or barcode niggas, put that red beam on em At baggage claim, Louie luggage, like a ? on em Semi with me too, coming to America Coming through with Erica, her style head shot em My bitch won't miss em, her swag red dot em Her shoe game, something need to be said bout em Santa Claus pants, yeah, that's them red bottoms Her ex used to get em 'til the feds got him Story made a cover, y'all probably read bout him (Hook: Kobe) Cuz we do it, ain't worry bout the next nigga, we got that cheese Cuz we do it, you're now rocking with the best nigga, and that's on me Cuz we do it I do it, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, I do it, yeah, yeah Don't worry leave it to me, it ain't no sweat I can do it (Verse 2: Paul Cain) You know me, in all black like I'm in a funeral Black Louies, black True's, the usual I don't mourn life, I celebrate your death Take too long, to more accelerate your death And the last cat that came with a squad to see him Said he was a rider, so I parked him in the mausoleum No witness or bystanders when I start the squeezin Take him on a long ride, spark him in the car then leave him Red and blue M6, Peter Parker BM Big rims, tint's dark, you can hardly see him Paparazzi outside o' every party we in The boy so far gone, you can hardly see him Different mind state, tax bracket and plateau Six deuce s, with the curtains in the back closed Far as rap goes, the best couldn't match flows Nigga, it's the funeral, bury him with a black rose (Hook: Kobe) (Verse 3: Red Cafe) Blood on my apron, blood on my guillotine Body on the patio, torch it, kerosene Strap make the room hot, radiator on American gangsta, aviators on Boss of the underworld, New York and the mainstream Street fam certified, considered the A team Real spit, when drama unfold Sucker shit get broadcast, the truth untold We raise the murder rate, that you can't avoid Only thing similar is Philly and Illinois Real hood work, never no sun dance Holla to me on the booths, homie, freelance What's your order I deliver to your dope spot Just say mine and we smooth like botox Money come short, I squeeze heat on arrival Cook beef, partner, leave pico de gallo Knife work awful, gun work awful Jig you, then you bye, bye, just another barcode Hustler but through rap I get hella cheques Street patriot, I get Bill Belichicks Phone tapped, but fuck it I still promote crack Audio crack, uncut coke rap Strapped with Taurus or Berettas Pop, pop, body fly high, no feathers (Hook: Kobe) (Verse 4: Willie The Kid) I said umm Flick the headlights on the hearses Symbol at the churches, speaking at the service Speaking of a service, I do a disservice And this nigga certainly superb with the verbage Dead niggas, embalming fluid your whole movement Money talks, I've been fluent, I'm congruent With Ben Franklins, I'm frank, put you on to it And put you niggas in suits, like Farrakhan students This a funeral, finna be a burial Matter of fact, cremate you bastards, scatter ashes Close caskets, handing out gas masks Willie The Kid, biblical flow, book of Damascus Rest in peace, niggas (Outro: DJ Drama) I'm not laughing, (yeah) I'm trynna keep from crying, man All of you niggas dead man, it's so sad, it's so sad..