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Eminem - 100 Bars (The Funeral) lyrics

I'm baack...
Haha! n***as can't f** with me man
n***as is crazy, dogg. I run this underground rap sh**, and the mainstream n***a
I'mma do like Boo-Boo
Diss n***as right when they f**ing album come out... and k** 'em!
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 b**h
The Rotten Apple or the protégé of a snitch
The protégé of a b**h, n***a softer than a Tae Bo Kick
You Billy Blanks on them p**no flicks
With no p**no chicks, only p**no 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!
(Gunshot) That's for your one platinum plaque
(Gunshot) That's for the n***as riding in the back
(Gunshot) Tryna reach for the sh** on your lap
(Gunshot) That's for your boss sayin' he write my raps (Gunshot)

I'mma k**a, Blackwall Gorilla
That pine-box sealer, G-Unit cap peeler
I'm realer, 40 oz. spiller
40 Glock k**er, 40 GLOCC KILLER!

Ask Spider, I be creepin' and crawlin', spinning webs around you n***as
Stacking bread around you n***as
Every time you roll up, the feds around you n***as
I used to watch everything I said around you n***as
Twenty n***as on the squad, that's twenty n***as in the can
That's twenty witnesses, twenty n***as on the stand
God damn, 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 coming for Bishop, I'm gunning for Bishop
I'm the king of this L.A. sh**
Tell me homie, is you Blood or Crip? Is you thug or b**h?
Cos the ese's say
They don't never see holmes running round L.A..
Fake a** ghostwriter, get your lil' flow tighter
'For I put you in the trunk of this f**ing low-rider
n***a you ain't nuttin' but Hittman in quicksand
Got a deal cos you s**ed a couple dicks, and
Turned your back on Delany and Jimmy Henchman
Just take this as a warning, don't flinch, man
Wear 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 wacka** flow? No!
So sit your lil' a** down somewhere
'For I have them n***as sit yo' a** down somewhere
In the ground somewhere, outta town somewhere
Breakin news, body has been found somewhere
Now back to the video, look at these silly muh'f**ers
Y'all some silly muh'f**ers; "I say Hands Up
Shorty wanna kick it with me"
Get that wack sh** of BET
Turn the channel, all Black Lambo
Red and black flannel, speakers in the trunk
With more humps then a camel
Man, I'm sayin, I ain't playin, I'm sprayin'
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Any n***a in your clique that ever yelled that sh**
(Gunshot) Muh'f**er, 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 n***a that's behind you, Duck!

Gunshot) I'mma k**a, Blackwall Gorilla
Any clip filler, Mobb Deep cap peeler
I'm realer, the hollow-tip driller
The rap Godzilla, the Lloyd Banks k**er! (Gunshot)

In the diablo, under the tent
n***a I'm about a dollar, what the f** is 50 Cent?
When Jay said it, I didn't know what it meant
Now I understand, it's starting to make sense
Now the whole world know why I took the 'I' out of G-Unit
And replaced it with a muthaf**in 'O'
Remember when you told me "Meet you on the top" n***a?
Check the soundscan, guess who on top, n***a!
Fake-a** king of New York, you need to stop, n***a
Cos you not Big, not Nas, not Jigga
Take your steroids, show me what you got, n***a!
You ain't had a b**h since Vivica Fox, n***a
Last I heard you s**ing on cocks, n***a
Nobody know cos they don't see you on the blocks, n***a
Cos you be in the precinct with the cops, n***a
Your whole staff, with a badge and a Glock n***a
Mid-town Manhattan, tryna stop n***as
On the subway, chasing down shop-lifters
All in the streets, talkin 'bout you shot n***as
Then you went in New York Times, takin cop pictures
I exposed you n***as and put out Stop Snitchin'
When the last time you seen 'em with some hot b**hes?
See what he say when you ask him, "Where the hot b**hes?"
Check the Adam's Apple, n***a them is not b**hes
You're reign on the top was shorter than the legs on a leprechaun
Just bow down n***a, accept the Don
Nobody wanna be a hero when the Tech is strong
Their transformers folding up like decepticons
n***as bust like pipes when the pressure on
See that light flash when the desert eagle at your dome
Every rapper know from now, I'mma set the tone
n***as real hard body 'til they head is gone
Here come the demons, cos they know that you dead and gone
Some n***as just don't get it, 'til you at the throne

n***as can't f** with me n***a!
100 Bars, n***a!
I do 100 bars every muthaf**in day of the week, n***a!
That's 700 bars a week, n***a!
On this f**ing underground rap sh**, n***a
I can't be f**in stopped. Period, n***a
The Game, n***a. West Coast Don. Black Wallstreet, n***a
I'm ready to get down when you ready to get down, muthaf**as!
I'm talkin to all you n***as!
I can't be faded, n***a. n***as don't want it with me, n***a
It's just me, muthaf**as!
And I'm pissed off
Got me all on the front of the motherf**ing mixtape
In a f**ing stripper outfit, n***a, with a G-string on
That ain't me, muthaf**as! This is me, muthaf**as!
Yeah! Doctor's Advocate, in stores November 7th
Cop it when I drop it, n***a
G-Unit is now officialy 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

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