Guerilla Black - 400 Shotz The Funeral (Part 1/3) lyrics

Hahahahahahahahhaha You know what time it is man Ay man its goin down in a real way its your boy Guerilla B-L-A-C-K Ladies and gentleman, i welcome y'all to 400 Shotz: The Funeral. Yeah n***a 400 Shotz the Funeral I know yall probably thinking "What the f** is this n***a bouta say? This n***a crazy! Yo, you know how we do it man {Verse} If you look up the definition im the meaning of dope man I ain't about to talk about all of the coke man All of the pounds that was stronger than toe jam or all of the jugs in the back of that Broham Ain't nothing hospitable about me i send n***as to hospitals without knees Imagine the West without me thats like having a vest without heat I got 100 heats n***a ,100 streets n***a f** what my album sold ima eat n***a Go ask my rivals about my survival Im ether n***a so go ask Nas yo Look what u made me do raise the tool all yall my children in baby blue Yall can't even stomach yet eating baby food How yall gon deal with beef with 82s? 40 Navy Blue vest and all that Jokers while raise the bets I call that Yo Hot fall back to hit up Bo So he can come and annoint me with holy oil Cuz after tonight sh** its only war Whats dinner without dessert? Im wanting more I told you once Watts was my closest neighbors Them n***as in the projects owe me hundreds of favors All you hear is "Baby look" before they blaze ya I run everything from Central to Acacia Yes this is King im sending apologies For all my siblings and they dishonesty You ask me who the dopest that did it? I say Scarface, Ice Cube, Big Daddy, and Biggie 2pac, Em, Nas and Jigga Dj Kayslay then come that f**ing Clue n***a Not to forget Felli Fel and Dj Khaled Heavy hitters raise hell from Miami to Cali I was lead away and crucified You knew i was resurrected when the Uzis fired You ain't never heard me screaming crip or blood All you heard was momma leanin up over her son All u seen was his tats on hiphop.com And the M-16s and the new shotguns Somebody call Act Rite, the Dolla Figga butcher Cut him up in the tub leave his foot in the kitchen Just a reminda when i find ya They find you face-up, eyes open and mindless Yeah its all Black yeah its Guerilla Black Yeah the k**er's back to bring bullets to tracks Yall part time with it your sk**s they show Im hard on the grind all of the real ones know Im hard on mine tryna get a million sold Yall all fall in time thats why the deals come slow I was a hustla way before id eat off rap Had whips and ice way before i seen contracts Ask them 6-0s where I made Gs of sacks Charlene smile in heaven when she see where I'm at I know how to get a good workout and I ain't talkin Bally's I know how to send the work in and out of Cali And when the work's hot it never go wrong The ? look like they on Creatine when i work em out over the stove Man how i hate a snitch I keep my lips and tongue on Lox like Im Jadakiss Yall mouth bout as big as that Fantasia b**h Like ? said you can't change a b**h I stay read with gloves, masks,and mini-MACs Outside the club like Webbie screaming "gimme that" You got guns i got guns Get in my way and ill pop you have you dancin around like Lil Jon I got 100 weapons; you gon need a old box with gold handles church jacket like John Legend When i pull out that chrome shotty and start spittin n***as face on the block get long as Scottie Pippen I ain't tired im hungry; i stay on the go everyday like the Energizer bunny You dudes dont amount to nothin Yall lookin all soft like yall was on Brokeback Mountain or somethin You talk about the hood, but that's my life Yeah you rap good but im twice as nice I can flip the flow or twist the style I keep a pistol for those that open they mouth Man thats unacceptable, and Im impeccable Sk** level so high call it extraterrestrial Im extraordinary, yall is ordinary And if there's beef, yall will see what the boy carry I move with them hammers hard f** the camouflage I want yall to see my face when im blastin dog Yall with them games like Ubisoft I got a ? and f** that n***a ima blast the Uzi off Pull the mask off so u can see thats its truly yours f** all that humble sh** u knew me for I stay crispy like Pringles pushing a candy ride I was doin this before you was a twinkle in your daddy's eye You n***as is withered and wrinkled up like dandelions I dont think of you unhappy n***as with half the mind