The Game — 100 Bars The Funeral

[Intro] I'm baack... Haha! Niggas can't fuck with me, man Niggas is crazy, dog I run this underground rap shit, and the mainstream, nigga! I'ma do like Boo-Boo: diss niggas right when they fuckin' album come out... and kill 'em! [Verse 1] Hear the breakdown, time to separate the men from the boys Take it straight to the bank; call it Christopher Lloyd Call it momma's little boy, or 50's little bitch The Rotten Apple or the protégé of a snitch The protégé of a bitch, nigga softer than a Tae Bo Kick You Billy Blanks on them porno flicks With no porno chicks, only porno dicks You Ty Lattimore whore with them g-string drawers And so therefore, I declare war Outside violator, meet me at four Young Buck, stay back; Banks, put this autograph A Jorge Posada glove on, and let's play catch! [Hook 1] (Gunshot) That's for your one platinum plaque (Gunshot) That's for the niggas ridin' in the back (Gunshot) Tryna reach for that shit on your lap (Gunshot) That's for your boss sayin' he write my raps (Gunshot) I'm a killa, Blackwall Gorilla That pine-box sealer, G-Unit cap peeler I'm realer, 40 oz. spiller 40 Glock killer, 40 Glocc killer! [Verse 2] Ask Spider, I be creepin’ and crawlin’ Spinnin' webs around you niggas Stackin' bread around you niggas Every time you roll up, the feds around you niggas I used to watch everything I said around you niggas Twenty niggas on the squad, twenty niggas in the can That's twenty witnesses, twenty niggas on the stand Goddamn, can someone tell them the street code?! The Game is to be sold, and not to be told This ain't Dre and Suge or Beans and Hov This is one bullet, one head, and one lost soul Wipe my fingerprints off And the gun is tossed in with the fishes Like Q in Juice, I'm comin' for Bishop I'm gunnin' for Bishop, I'm the king of this L.A. shit Tell me, homie, is you Blood or Crip? Is you thug or bitch? ‘Cause the ese's say They don't never see holmes runnin' around L.A Fake-ass ghostwriter, get your lil' flow tighter 'Fore I put you in the trunk of this fuckin' low-rider Nigga, you ain't nothin' but Hittman in quicksand Got a deal, ‘cause you sucked a couple dicks, and Turned your back on Delany and Jimmy Henchman Just take this as a warning; don't flinch, man! Where your rag? You from 1-9-0? No! You know Pap, do you bang East Coast? No! Have you ever hopped 1-6-4? No! Do the hood feel your wack-ass flow? No! So sit your lil' ass down somewhere 'Fore I have them niggas sit yo' ass down somewhere In the ground somewhere, outta town somewhere Breaking news: body has been found somewhere Now back to the video, look at these silly muh'fuckers Y'all some silly muh'fuckers "I say, hands up, shorty wanna kick it with me." Get that wack shit of BET Turn the channel, all Black Lambo, red and black flannel Speakers in the trunk, with more humps than a camel Man, I'm sayin', I ain't playin', I'm sprayin' Any nigga in your clique that ever yelled that shit [Hook 2] (Gunshot) Muh'fucker, that's for Yayo and Buck (Gunshot) That's for Hot Rod promotional truck (Gunshot) That's for Kanye, and beefin' with Puff (Gunshot) Tell the nigga that's behind you to duck! (Gunshot) I'm a killa, Blackwall Gorilla Any clip filler, Mobb Deep cap peeler I'm realer, the hollow-tip driller The rap Godzilla, the Lloyd Banks killer! (Gunshot) [Verse 3] In the diablo, under the tent Nigga, I'm about a dollar, what the fuck is 50 Cent? When Jay said it, I didn't know what it meant Now I understand, it's startin' to make sense Now the whole world know why I took the I out of G-Unit And replaced it with a mothafuckin' O Remember when you told me meet you on the top, nigga? Check the soundscan, guess who on top, nigga! Fake-ass king of New York, you need to stop, nigga ‘Cause you not Big, not Nas, not Jigga Take your steroids, show me what you got, nigga! You ain't had a bitch since Vivica Fox, nigga Last I heard, you sucking on cocks, nigga Nobody know, ‘cause they don't see you on the blocks, nigga ‘Cause you be in the precinct with the cops, nigga Your whole staff, with a badge and a Glock nigga Mid-town Manhattan, tryna stop niggas On the subway, chasing down shop-lifters All in the streets, talking 'bout you shot niggas Then you in The New York Times, takin' cop pictures I exposed you niggas and put out "Stop Snitchin'" When the last time you seen him with some hot bitches? See what he say when you ask him, "Where the hot bitches?" Check the adam's apple, nigga, them is not bitches You're reign on the top was shorter than the legs on a leprechaun; just bow down, nigga, accept the Don Nobody wanna be a hero when the TEC is drawn They're transformers, folding up, like decepticons Niggas bust like pipes when the pressure on See that light flash when the Desert Eagle at your dome Every rapper know, from now I'ma set the tone Niggas real hard body 'til they head is gone Here come them demons ‘Cause they know that you dead and gone Some niggas just don't get it 'til you at the throne [Outro] Niggas can't fuck with me nigga! 100 Bars, nigga! I do 100 bars every mothafuckin' day of the week, nigga! That's 700 bars a week, nigga! On this fuckin' underground rap shit, nigga! I can't be fuckin' stopped—period, nigga! The Game, nigga! West Coast Don, Black Wallstreet, nigga! I'm ready to get down when you ready to get down Mothafuckas! I'm talkin' to all you niggas! I can't be faded, nigga! Niggas don't want it with me, nigga! It's just me, mothafuckas! And I'm pissed off Got me all on the front of the motherfuckin' mixtape In a fuckin' stripper outfit, nigga, with some G-string's on That ain't me, mothafuckas! This is me, mothafuckas! Yeah! Doctor's Advocate, in stores November 7th Cop it when I drop it, nigga! G-G-G-G-G, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unot! (Gunshot) G-Unit is now officially over. You can mail back your CD's, apparel, headbands, G-Unit spinner replicas and G-Unit shoes to 1548 South Ardmore Drive, Los Angeles, California, 90743. Thank you, have a nice day!