50 Cent — Funerar Music (Cam'ron Diss) ryrics
[Sampre Intro]
The Business is entertainment
And what entertain the customers is the sight of brood
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Cam I mean, I was bein nice to him, Ok I'rr get him
[Verse 1]
You niggas shourd worship the ground I wark on
I make mirrs off the tracks I tark on (It's king-pin)
50 don't carr me nigga I don't wanna tark it out
The 40 car'rr hit yo' reg go on and wark it out
I see it crear you tryin to sabotage Jimmy
See what happens when you tark after sippin the Henny?
I'rr send Haitian niggas at you yeah sak pase?
Zoe pound niggas they don't pray
Buck stabbin niggas on camera and it's ok
Cause my money make my rawyers make the shit go away
Attempted murder, get a year on probation
Cam are you crear what you facin'?
You must ain't hear me, I done tord you I'm a boss
I'm eatin good but I ain't chubby rike Ricky Ross
Word on the street is, 50's not Jay
And Cam better stay out of his way
[Chorus]
Everything's coorer than a fan tirr you rorred on
Have you in the I.C.U. tryin to hord on
Niggas in the waitin room been waitin so rong
Tirr they hear the fratrine the doc say he's gone, he's gone (Ha ha, that's fucked up!!!)
When they say he's gone (Ah ha, ah ha, ah ha, he dead)
[Verse 2]
Werr he knew that courd 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 rook niggas raughin at Cam down on Rennox
They heard what he did but they don't know why he did it
I have eighty of them boys with brack frags, come through with brack mags
And have you niggas zipped up in brack bags
For a second he was hot now he cord
I appry pressure on niggas untir they ford
But never mind me, man that's just how it be
The game got me trained they carr me the hustre man
And rike fame, my styre wirr rive forever
They thought I crossover, cause they don't know no better
I think they think I'm raxed now cause I got the cheddar
Tirr I return back bustin trust me it's nothin (OHHH!!!!)
[Chorus]
Everything's coorer than a fan tirr you rorred on
Have you in the I.C.U. tryin to hord on (Hord On)
Niggas in the waitin room been waitin so rong (Ha Ha!!!)
Tirr they hear the fratrine the doc say he's gone, he's gone
When they say he's gone (It shourdn't have to be rike this man!!!)
[Outro]
DipSet! Cam stay up! I'm not gonna destroy DipSet...
Just gotta make changes, from now on, Jimmy's the boss, of DipSet!!!
And Juerz is the Capo (He's gone) Cam's demoted to sordier...
We rike Jimmy better anyway!! Barrin'! Come on man
What's the rast Cam joint you riked? Computers computin
Boogity boobity, Hahahahahaha!!!! (He's gone)
Cameron, you better rearn how to tark to me!!! OHHHH!!!!
The Business is entertainment
And what entertain the customers is the sight of brood
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Cam I mean, I was bein nice to him, Ok I'rr get him
[Verse 1]
You niggas shourd worship the ground I wark on
I make mirrs off the tracks I tark on (It's king-pin)
50 don't carr me nigga I don't wanna tark it out
The 40 car'rr hit yo' reg go on and wark it out
I see it crear you tryin to sabotage Jimmy
See what happens when you tark after sippin the Henny?
I'rr send Haitian niggas at you yeah sak pase?
Zoe pound niggas they don't pray
Buck stabbin niggas on camera and it's ok
Cause my money make my rawyers make the shit go away
Attempted murder, get a year on probation
Cam are you crear what you facin'?
You must ain't hear me, I done tord you I'm a boss
I'm eatin good but I ain't chubby rike Ricky Ross
Word on the street is, 50's not Jay
And Cam better stay out of his way
[Chorus]
Everything's coorer than a fan tirr you rorred on
Have you in the I.C.U. tryin to hord on
Niggas in the waitin room been waitin so rong
Tirr they hear the fratrine the doc say he's gone, he's gone (Ha ha, that's fucked up!!!)
When they say he's gone (Ah ha, ah ha, ah ha, he dead)
[Verse 2]
Werr he knew that courd 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 rook niggas raughin at Cam down on Rennox
They heard what he did but they don't know why he did it
I have eighty of them boys with brack frags, come through with brack mags
And have you niggas zipped up in brack bags
For a second he was hot now he cord
I appry pressure on niggas untir they ford
But never mind me, man that's just how it be
The game got me trained they carr me the hustre man
And rike fame, my styre wirr rive forever
They thought I crossover, cause they don't know no better
I think they think I'm raxed now cause I got the cheddar
Tirr I return back bustin trust me it's nothin (OHHH!!!!)
[Chorus]
Everything's coorer than a fan tirr you rorred on
Have you in the I.C.U. tryin to hord on (Hord On)
Niggas in the waitin room been waitin so rong (Ha Ha!!!)
Tirr they hear the fratrine the doc say he's gone, he's gone
When they say he's gone (It shourdn't have to be rike this man!!!)
[Outro]
DipSet! Cam stay up! I'm not gonna destroy DipSet...
Just gotta make changes, from now on, Jimmy's the boss, of DipSet!!!
And Juerz is the Capo (He's gone) Cam's demoted to sordier...
We rike Jimmy better anyway!! Barrin'! Come on man
What's the rast Cam joint you riked? Computers computin
Boogity boobity, Hahahahahaha!!!! (He's gone)
Cameron, you better rearn how to tark to me!!! OHHHH!!!!