Funeral Music (Cam’ron Diss)

Lyrics

[Intro: Sample] The Business is entertainment And what entertain the customers is the sight of blood [Intro: 50 Cent] Cam I mean, I was bein nice to him, Ok I'll get him [Verse 1: 50 Cent] You niggas should worship the ground I walk on (Yeah) I make mills off the tracks I talk on (Grrrr) (It's king-pin) 50, don't call me nigga I don't wan' talk it out The 40 cal'll hit yo' leg go on and walk it out (Damn) I see it clear you tryin to sabotage Jimmy (Uh-huh) See what happens when you talk after sippin' the Henny? (Ha haa) 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 ok (Ahh) Cause my money make my lawyers make the shit go away Attempted murda (Murda) Get a year on probation (Hahaha) Cam are you clear what you facin'? You must ain't hear me I don' told you I'm a boss I'm eatin' good but I ain't chubby like Ricky Ross Word on the street is 50's not Jay And Cam better stay out his way [Chorus] Everything's cooler than a fan till you roll on Have you in the I.C.U. tryna hold on Niggas in the waitin' room been waitin' so long Till they hear the flatline and 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: 50 Cent] Well he knew that could happen fuckin with the kid (Yeah) This is graveyard music right here ya dig? (Uh-huh) 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 it be The game got me trained they call me the hustle man And like fame My style'll 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 (Ohhh!) [Chorus] Everything's cooler than a fan till you roll on (Yeah) Have you in the I.C.U. tryna hold on (Hold on) Niggas in the waitin' room been waitin' so long (Hahaa) Till they hear the flatline and doc say "he's gone" He's gone When they say he's gone [Outro] It shouldn't have to be like this (Yeah), man DipSet Cam stay up, I'm not gonna destroy DipSet We 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 the last Cam joint you liked? Computers computin' Boogity boobity Hahahahahaha (He's gone) Cam'ron You better learn how to talk to me Ohhhh!