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 n*ggas 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 n*gga 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 n*ggas at you yeah sak pase?
Zoe pound n*ggas they don't play
Buck stabbin' n*ggas on camera and it's ok (Ahh)
Cause my money make my lawyers make the sh*t 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
n*ggas 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 f*cked 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 f*ckin 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 n*ggas 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 n*ggas zipped up in black bags
For a second he was hot now he cold
I apply pressure on n*ggas 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)
n*ggas 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!