Tha Clubhouse Click - Funerals lyrics

(Soze, BLAY!) [Hook: Lord Infamous] 2x I know where you live, every place you lay your head I know where yo mammy work, I might get her instead I know where your nappy head a** kids go to school So go and get my money or there'll be alotta funerals [Verse 1: Lord Infamous] BLAY! Listen closely n***a cause I'm only gonna say this once I'mma make your shirt look Like you just wasted some damn fruit punch On the streets damn rocket launch Blow your trick-a** to next month Better bring 'em 'bout a bunch Cause you 'bout to get (?) stomped Lord Voorhees from terror Tennessee, the night breed Bring your b**h-a** 'round me with that talk-sh** straight to IC Yeah I rap, b**h, but I hate f**in' rappers Most them n***as soft as hell and I can't wait to snap ya Don't think I'mma (?) ya, I rather kidnap ya Put you in the trunk, you get the Placka-Placka-Placka! Where them night goggles? Where the motherf**in' tools? Better get my money, gonna be another funeral [Hook: Lord Infamous] 2x [Verse 2: II Tone] I'm on my Jessie Dotson sh**, it's the f**in' Crime Click It's II Tizzle in this bizzle, all my haters: slit yo wrist n***as yellin' real but fake as f** they don't wanna get 'em up Yo momma cryin' about this sh** but still you wanna try yo luck I know where you hangin', where the f** you lay yo head You need to pay me all my money 'fore they find you dead See it's simple about the situation, got no time to beef In front of yo kids and yo mammy Leave you leakin' in the streets I know you a gangsta, are you ready for a war? You callin' on my phone, sayin': "It won't happen no more" Apologizin' won't make it better cause this n***as (?) cheddar ... this all a ... make me real better [Hook: Lord Infamous] 2x [Verse 3: Mac Montese] I know every place you lay yo head and where you stay at My shooters come through with them Rugers everwhere Get sprayed at Lay low for a second then it's right back on the same track Lookin' for them n***as to come dumpin' where we hang at Don't play them games, we 'bout that life So make sure that you strapped up tight If a n***a catch you slippin' they gon' try to hit you With the Mac-10 and that might end yo life Real talk and not real rap, this sh** I spit is real facts I'm from the land of the 'gnolia Straight soldiers, but still they peel caps Funerals is all I see on a daily basis Got me wakin' up tryin' to pinch myself I'm caught up in the matrix Is it red pill or blue pill? sh** I just take the green one Whichever route I choose I make sure that I keep my gun [Hook: Lord Infamous] 2x