Funeral Parlour

[Intro: AZ]

Yeah, it's 2G, yeah

Brooklyn-Queens connection

Y'all bout to feel somethin' y'all never felt before

Ayo G, you know I'm like an trey special

I'm close range...

[Verse 1: Nas]

Yo, yo, yo, throw niggas of Yachts, hoe niggas get shot

My bitches ran, 'cause I'm stupid, I put this shit on digital cam

Light up an ounce, let my bitches watch it on the television

Hell I'm relentless, fifty a pop, sell it like menace

But when I'm sleep, all I see is a white skeleton image

It's telling me something, maybe it's my fellas I'm missing

In hell they want me, the signs of my days gon' bad

And deals gon' wrong, makes me pump the gauge all mad

Niggas is foul, gassing me, tell me to kill

For something minor, when real niggas tell me to chill

I let it ride for a minute, and when they sleep it's over

That's when I appear in the night like the Reaper, soldier

Street justice, bitches got my name on Double D cups

They need crutches, when I done fuck 'em and beat it up

I opened up Shakespeare's tomb, stole his remains

And grinded his bones, then smoked it and got in the game

[Chorus: Kool G Rap]

Yo, if you're living thug, holla back (Holla back)

My bitches stripping in the clubs, let the dollars stack (Let 'em stack, y'all)

This one's for all my OG's and street scholar cats (All my street cats)

And if a nigga act up, funeral parlor cat, pop a collar to that (Pop a collar to that)

Yo, if you're living thug, holla back (Holla back)

My bitches stripping in the clubs, let the dollars stack (Let 'em stack, y'all)

This one's for all my OG's and street scholar cats (All my street cats)

And if a nigga act up, funeral parlor cat, pop a collar to that (Pop a collar to that)

[Verse 2: Nawz]

Yo, went from cash, gun in the stash, the click on smash

From rockets that blast, yo we in your pockets for cash

Burgundy mask, bullets like a surgery slash

Internally burn your staff and dismember your ass

Coroners bag from autops' to medical lab

I'll leave you leaking like Carlito watch your memory flash

Quicksand for fam, tied a fucking brick to your hands

I'm sicker with the Henny liquor with the clip to your man

When it's on it's on, do your moms bodily harm

Firstborn'll be your first gone, beef goes on

Permanent cash, put you in the tourniquet fast

Feed you glass and use you to fertilize the grass

Puff green when we fiending to murder your whole team

For cream, the infrared beams'll shatter your dreams

I flatter your queen and rip her right out of her jeans

Intervene and it's the homicide scene for your team

[Chorus: Kool G Rap]

Yo, if you're living thug, holla back (Holla back)

My bitches stripping in the clubs, let the dollars stack (Let 'em stack, y'all)

This one's for all my OG's and street scholar cats (All my street cats)

And if a nigga act up, funeral parlor cat, pop a collar to that (Pop a collar to that)

Yo, if you're living thug, holla back (Holla back)

My bitches stripping in the clubs, let the dollars stack (Let 'em stack, y'all)

This one's for all my OG's and street scholar cats (All my street cats)

And if a nigga act up, funeral parlor cat, pop a collar to that (Pop a collar to that)

[Verse 3: AZ]

From hideous acts on the one getting rid of the gats

A nigga back, no parole, now how pretty is that?

The city is trapped, bottles popped, Phillies is cracked

Niggas is strapped, half bent, illin, spilling they 'gnac

Cars tinted, my rap image too large to mimmick

We mob in it, fake niggas dissolve in minutes

It's codes to it, real killers they know music

Even hoes on the low at the shows lose it

Courvoisier sipping, this slim nigga stay flipping

My ways different, duck when the AK spitting

It's more to it, verbal wise, we all fluent

In real life this is how the dogs do it

Double-edged sword, rep for y'all seeing the board

See y'all home soon, it's better than seein' the morgue

So what's the conflict, who wanna Don with this?

For the streets strictly we got the bombest shit

[Chorus: Kool G Rap]

Yo, if you're living thug, holla back (Holla back)

My bitches stripping in the clubs, let the dollars stack (Let 'em stack, y'all)

This one's for all my OG's and street scholar cats (All my street cats)

And if a nigga act up, funeral parlor cat, pop a collar to that (Pop a collar to that)

Yo, if you're living thug, holla back (Holla back)

My bitches stripping in the clubs, let the dollars stack (Let 'em stack, y'all)

This one's for all my OG's and street scholar cats (All my street cats)

And if a nigga act up, funeral parlor cat, pop a collar to that (Pop a collar to that)

[Verse 4: Kool G Rap]

Two violent niggas sit at the round table, in brown sables

Chains hangin' down to the navel

Brooklyn and Queens connect it down fatal

Hold the four-pound stable

Won't hesitate to rock a clown's cradle

Get put in the dirt like ground cable

Found from bloodhound nasals

Or deep in the river get found naval

That shit y'all spit sound fable

"American Me" style, knife in the anal, who 'round to save you?

I'll leave you from waist down disabled

Face split like a round bagel found in a hospital gown with your crown stapled

Wrong one to tangle with, a gym star, spangle your shit

Use your handkerchief to strangle your bitch

Single niggas out on the strip and bang in a clip

Slugs from a Desert Eagle mingle the click

A force of habit, for me to let it rip across your attic

Never violent with a silent but I toss your cabbage

[Chorus: Kool G Rap]

Yo, if you're living thug, holla back (Holla back)

My bitches stripping in the clubs, let the dollars stack (Let 'em stack, y'all)

This one's for all my OG's and street scholar cats (All my street cats)

And if a nigga act up, funeral parlor cat, pop a collar to that (Pop a collar to that)

Yo, if you're living thug, holla back (Holla back)

My bitches stripping in the clubs, let the dollars stack (Let 'em stack, y'all)

This one's for all my OG's and street scholar cats (All my street cats)

And if a nigga act up, funeral parlor cat, pop a collar to that (Pop a collar to that)