Young Buck - Funeral Music Lyrics

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The business is entertainment

And what entertain the customers is the sight of blood

Cam I mean I was bein' nice to him okay I'll get him

You niggas should worship the ground I walk on

I make mills off the tracks I talk on it's kingpin

50 don't call me nigga I don't wanna talk it out

The 40 cal'll hit your 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 okay

'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 that 50's not Jay

And Cam better stay out of his way

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Everything's cooler than a fan till you rolled on

Have you in the I.C.U. tryin' to hold on

Niggas in the waitin' room been waitin' so long

Till they hear the flat line the doc say he's gone he's gone

That's fucked up

When they say he's gone

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 Lennox

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 I 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'

Everything's cooler than a fan till you rolled on

Have you in the I.C.U. tryin' to hold on

Niggas in the waitin' room been waitin' so long

Till they hear the flat line the doc say he's gone he's gone

When they say he's gone

It shouldn't have to be like this man

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 he's gone

Cameron you better learn how to talk to me oh

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