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Teezo Tarantino - Funeral Lyrics



Teezo Tarantino - Funeral Lyrics




I used to think you was cool but you ain't none but a hoe
I bought you around the guys, they all thought you was a joke
You begged and pleaded with me to join your weak ass group
When I joined I outshined you in every way

Now you mad Cause I own my shit, niggas do what I say
I call the shots round here Charlie, If I wanted to, I can get you cooked, I know where you lay
Let's keep it on wax since you aint on shit

I own my masters but you wouldn't understand that shit
Everytime you play my song I get nice lil check
I get paid to write these, that's why I pop my shit
Everywhere you go you don't even get no respect

Ion like how you turned on Marrqo that wasn't righteous
Especially since he was helpin u, when u got jumped, that's outrageous
Getting beat on by some kids that's just funny to me
You a actin ass nigga, yous a joke to me

Niggas fake it to you make it, How you flexin wit your mama's rent
Mumble rapper, Thinkin you can sing, You is not Brent
Two faced muthaf*cka, Call yo ass Harvey Dent
You said your album was better but it came and went

I don't like to brag, but I got more numbers
When I drop, People stream, My Shit played by them members
My shit Official
Everything you drop is shit, Here's a tissue

How I wanna be like the Cool Kids, When you tried to be me
At a point you only rapped because of me
You needed me, Without Me, You'd never be
You My Son, Call You Teezo Son

You say I'm Road Runnin' Cause I moved?
Don't forget to mention I got the money to move
I be in the city more than you, Be Cool
You the only nigga fakin shit, what you tryna prove

I'm Eazy-E, You're Arabian Prince
You're Ja Rule, I'm 50 Cent
This ain't the game you want
This a lyrical Suicide, Durk said this ain't what you want

I could've saved you
Look what you made do
Nigga started a beef, because I charged him a fee
Nigga mad I wouldn't do work for free

Made you stop making songs now yo ass a barber?
Left your career sleepin wit the fishes, burried deep in the habor

I had to destroy your career
After I gave it you, This your final Premiere
Go gather all your peers
Your Obitchuary read on the newz
Now it's time to attend your funeral, BIYATCH
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I used to think you was cool but you ain't none but a hoe
I bought you around the guys, they all thought you was a joke
You begged and pleaded with me to join your weak ass group
When I joined I outshined you in every way

Now you mad Cause I own my shit, niggas do what I say
I call the shots round here Charlie, If I wanted to, I can get you cooked, I know where you lay
Let's keep it on wax since you aint on shit

I own my masters but you wouldn't understand that shit
Everytime you play my song I get nice lil check
I get paid to write these, that's why I pop my shit
Everywhere you go you don't even get no respect

Ion like how you turned on Marrqo that wasn't righteous
Especially since he was helpin u, when u got jumped, that's outrageous
Getting beat on by some kids that's just funny to me
You a actin ass nigga, yous a joke to me

Niggas fake it to you make it, How you flexin wit your mama's rent
Mumble rapper, Thinkin you can sing, You is not Brent
Two faced muthaf*cka, Call yo ass Harvey Dent
You said your album was better but it came and went

I don't like to brag, but I got more numbers
When I drop, People stream, My Shit played by them members
My shit Official
Everything you drop is shit, Here's a tissue

How I wanna be like the Cool Kids, When you tried to be me
At a point you only rapped because of me
You needed me, Without Me, You'd never be
You My Son, Call You Teezo Son

You say I'm Road Runnin' Cause I moved?
Don't forget to mention I got the money to move
I be in the city more than you, Be Cool
You the only nigga fakin shit, what you tryna prove

I'm Eazy-E, You're Arabian Prince
You're Ja Rule, I'm 50 Cent
This ain't the game you want
This a lyrical Suicide, Durk said this ain't what you want

I could've saved you
Look what you made do
Nigga started a beef, because I charged him a fee
Nigga mad I wouldn't do work for free

Made you stop making songs now yo ass a barber?
Left your career sleepin wit the fishes, burried deep in the habor

I had to destroy your career
After I gave it you, This your final Premiere
Go gather all your peers
Your Obitchuary read on the newz
Now it's time to attend your funeral, BIYATCH
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Writer: Josh Tarantino
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC




Teezo Tarantino - Funeral Video
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Performed By: Teezo Tarantino
Language: English
Written by: Josh Tarantino

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