Grand Finale Lyrics

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Grand Finale Lyrics

Artist DMX, Method Man, Nas, Ja Rule

[DMX - dialogue] I ain't goin back to jail Next time, the County or the State

see me it's gonna be in a bag UHH! This is it baby! End of the road, ha hah!

When you a dawg, you a dawg for life! You don't hear me though, you don't hear

me though You don't hear me though, c'mon, c'mon! [Method Man] Watch them young

guns that take none, nobody safe from the Friday the 13th, ghetto Jason Itchy

trigger finger achin, snatch yo' ass out that S-Class for fakin, forty-fo' blast

is a bloodbath, take your first step down a thug path Ain't no love here, just

slugs here Kids know the half you get plugged here, that's just impossible for

the weak to last now behold the unstoppable Third eye watchin you, watchin me

Throwin rocks from the penalty box, cop a plea Young G we was born to die, don't

cry for me Just keep the heat closely and ride for me Cause we family for better

or worse, you and I from the dirt, you snatch purse, so hard it hurt to be here,

and each year, I am pourin out more beer for deceased peers, holdin fort Police

line 'Do Not Cross', they found his corpse in the loft with the head cut off,

and butt naked Homicide the crime Method, add another killer verse to the murder

record, the Grand Finale [movie dialogue] Who wan' test me, c'mon! Me shot cost

you one (unintelligible) [Nas Escobar] Hot corners, cops with warrants, every

block is boring Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem My dawg, not even home a

month yet, and blaze a girl in the stomach, he robbin niggaz who pumpin Lil'

Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin

they gats Fiend yellin out, who got those? Go and see shorty snot-nosed, he

don't floss but he got dough Thug faces, fugitives runnin from court cases Slugs

shootin past for the love of drug paper Queens cap peelers, soldiers, drug

dealers And God'll throw a beam of lightning down cause he feel us May the next

one, strike me down if I am not the realest The Mayor wanna call the SWAT team

to come and kill us but, dawgs are friends, if one see the morgue, one'll live

to get revenge, and we ride to the end Bravehearts blow the lye with Henn, and

still rise Took alive with live men, my man got three six-to-eighteen's and only

five in, the Belly of the beast Didn't wanna hear the shit I tried to tell him

on the streets It's irrelevant, the beast love to eat black meat And got us

niggaz from the hood, hangin off his teeth We slangin to eat, bringin the heat

Bulletholes, razor scars is the pain in the street, huh Chorus: Ja Rule (repeat

2X) When you a dawg you a dawg for life (ride or die) My dawgs feel pain from

love (see eye to eye) Give us one shot at life (let us fly) Come on niggaz! (we

dawgs for life) [Dmx-Dialogue] There's mad money out here dawg Mad money out

here What you tryin to get it? (Word up) You gonna bust your gun to get it?

(Tsh, whatever yo) I hear you I hear you [DMX] Uhh, I've lost my grip on reality

or so it would seem Pinch myself to wake up, cause I KNOW it's a dream Niggaz

that don't know me see me and think I ama rob em Niggaz that know me well see me

and think I ama problem I am just a nigga that's misunderstood But word to God I

turn your last name to Underwood Cause if I see it, I ama take it and run with

it, that's me What type of bullshit is this nigga on? That's D The dawg come and

getcha outside The more blood flows, when I plug holes with the snub nosed Gun

blows, bullets whistle, wouldn't miss you Hit you all up in your mouth like it

tried to kiss you Drama, it's right here, how MUCH YOU NEED? Beat you down with

gat see how MUCH YOU BLEED How MUCH YOU PLEAD, for your life, you was a killer

And all the bitches comin up out that ass you feelin, gettin realer Now beg for

your life, one more time, one more crime one more nine, c'mon cry nigga It's

over! This is the shit, that hits hard You either the last one standing, or the

last one to fall Chorus

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