PF Cuttin - Funeral Song lyrics

[Hook] Lighters in the air When you bury my body Please don't bury my soul [Verse One]: I flow great (flow great) I hold weight (hold weight) Spit hot sh** need Colgate Yo, teeth kinda yellow, don't floss between meals Cop a watch and whip and floss between deals Sean P! I'm 6'1" you all notice him Shot my first n***a two blocks from Paul Robeson All over son, you know my team, we all tote a gun If a n***a sound like me on the mic, cause I wrote it son Don't ask me sh** about Pa I don't roll with him Just admit, Ruck too much, ain't no controllin' him God cipher divine, rhyme shine like linoleum I'm knowin' them n***as can't catch the lines I'm throwin' 'em Yo, I'm updated duke, state of the art Motherf**ers frustrated and I'm takin' ya heart Dare you to start Jump up, I'll tear you apart f** sh**tin' bricks my n***a, I dare you to fart Yo [Hook] [Verse Two] Overall I'm not with this swine dining, and Glock with divine lining [Sample: 'Don't get it twisted kid!'] Watch what you say or get popped in your spine rhyming Go toe to toe and get popped if you mind dying Then I go cop a watch and top it with fine diamonds Go put my co*k on top of your dime, grinding Know not to box with Rock you die trying Go to the spot but the cops be like eyeing (damn) Go get knocked for the crops and [?] I don't talk about the coke I got Most of the coke I got came from folks I shot [Sample: 'Getting the special on!] I don't give a f** if you Blood or you Loc a lot f** with me you're head'll have a open top I go to the Vatican with the most potent rocks The most Colombian sh** off the boat and blocks Tell my man Illa Noyz come and tote the Glock While I give out samples hope the pope will cop Listen, Yo Wop-bob-ba-baloo-lop Bawhap-bam-boom Cops got a few Glocks and popped Amadou Put your lighters up [Hook] [Verse Three] Starting to roam Grab gun, barkin' the chrome Hold Glock, Globe Trot like Meadowlark in the zone I ain't trying to be the king, give me part of the throne Split your sh** between Sean Price, Carter and Combs [Sample: 'That was back back, back, back and *way* up there'] Oh you dumb a** n***as know I'm smart with the poems Call your crib, you ain't sh** duke, fart on the phone Send my man in jail some money for a carton of bones Next time hit off your seed cause he starving at home Pardon me holmes Watch what you say I don't play that Bring the war where y'all n***as sh**, shave and bathe at Weak on the street but when you deep you act brave black f** you and your dogs you ain't ready for this stray cat I'm the nicest rapper n***as asking "Why you say that?" [Sample: 'Hello!') I can back it up, slap you up with a grey gat Flip words faster, I'm the rap Pat Sajak Vanna White, man I'm hype, duke can you say that? Listen... [Hook]