Grand Finale (Murda Mix)

[Vita]<br>If ain`t rough, it ain`t me<br>Tales of the darkside, grand finale<br><br>[Ja Rule]<br>Ready to die, cuz only I know where it`s in<br>And if lie to dough, then it`s kill in my soul<br>For my love and dough, don`t make it no better<br>Mami, don`t flirt wit the iron and hit `em whoever<br>A nigga that flips the weather, any Rule, J-A<br>Fuck wit me, it`s Murda, I-N-C<br>Feel her, nigga, feel a hole to meet<br>(if it ain`t rough, it ain`t me)<br>Holla at me, my real niggas, get down, ready to kill niggas<br>We don`t touch no more, we kill niggas<br>Give me what it takes to throw my guns together<br>Fast up, hit `em up, towards the hot beretta<br>You should know better, when obviously they don`t<br>So the shit, sure to get you one in your throat<br>By the time, you realize that shot`s the truth<br>It`s too late, they reminiscin` over you, my Lord<br><br>[Method Man]<br>Watch them young guns that take none, nobody safe from<br>The Friday, the 13th, ghetto Jason<br>Itchy trigger finger achin`, snatch your ass out that S-Class for fakin`<br>Forty four blast, it`s a bloobath, take your first step down a thug path<br>Ain`t no love here, just slugs here, kids know the half, you get plugged here<br>That`s just impossile, for the weak to last, now behold the unstoppable<br>Third eye watchin` you, watchin` me<br>Throwin` rocks from the penalty box, cop a plea<br>Young g, we was born to die, don`t cry for me<br>Just keep the heat closely, and ride for me<br>Cuz we family, for better or worse, you and I<br>From the dirt, you snatch purse, so hard it hurt<br>To be here, and each year, I`m pourin` out some beer<br>For deceased peers, holdin` fort<br>Police line, do not cross, they found his corpse<br>In the loft, wit the head cut off, and butt naked<br>Homicide, the crime method, add another<br>Killer verse to the murder record, the grand finale<br><br>[Nas]<br>Hot corners, cops wit warrants, every block is boring<br>Friday night, gettin` bent, lick a poem<br>My dog, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl<br>in the stomach, he robbin niggaz who pumpin<br>Lil` Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat<br>Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats<br>Fiend yellin out, who got those? Go and see<br>shorty snot-nosed, he don`t floss but he got dough<br>Thug faces, fugitives runnin from court cases<br>Slugs shootin past for the love of drug paper<br>Queens cap peelers, soldiers, drug dealers<br>And God`ll throw a beam of lightning down cause he feel us<br>May the next one, strike me down if I`m not the realest<br>The Mayor wanna call the SWAT team to come and kill us<br>but, dogs are friends, if one see the morgue, one`ll live<br>to get revenge, and we ride to the end<br>Bravehearts blow the lye with Henn, and still rise<br>Took alive with live men, my man got three six-to-eighteen`s<br>and only five in, the Belly of the beast Didn`t wanna hear the shit<br>I tried to tell him on the streets<br>It`s irrelevant, the beast love to eat black meat<br>And got us niggaz from the hood, hangin off his teeth<br>We slangin to eat, bringin the heat<br>Bulletholes, razor scars is the pain in the street, huh<br><br>[Chorus: Vita]<br>If it ain`t rough, it aint` me<br>Down for dice, is what you told me<br>If it ain`t rough, it ain`t me<br>See, chick from the other side, grand finale<br><br>[Vita]<br>My dogs for life, call for life, now who be the job like fuck Totti<br>Slim weight, petite, body, down for my niggas, quick to pull a shotty<br>Sprayin` everybody, lacin` the whole party<br>Holdin` wall when my niggas hung, wit I rush<br>Like boys that I do know, it`s me I trust<br>Now watch how I tie bust, guarantee I be sittin` down<br>Waitin` to hear up, wit the blast<br>Got you niggas snitchin` weed in my stash, high flow<br>Over the bitch who knows to stash weed<br>Cold for you bitches who try to oppose me<br>Hot Totti, same chick in Belly<br>Ooh, if it ain`t it ain`t me<br><br>[DMX]<br>Uhh, I`ve lost my grip on reality or so it would seem<br>Pinch myself to wake up, cause I KNOW it`s a dream<br>Niggaz that don`t know me see me and think I`ma rob em<br>Niggaz that know me well see me and think I`ma problem<br>I`m just a nigga that`s misunderstood<br>But word to God I turn your last name to Underwood<br>Cause if I see it, I`ma take it and run with it, that`s me<br>What type of bullshit is this nigga on? That`s D<br>The dog come and getcha outside<br>The more blood flows, when I plug holes with the snub nosed<br>Gun blows, bullets whistle, wouldn`t miss you<br>Hit you all up in your mouth like it tried to kiss you<br>Drama, it`s right here, how MUCH YOU NEED?<br>Beat you down with gat see how MUCH YOU BLEED<br>How MUCH YOU PLEAD, for your life, you was a killer<br>And all the bitches comin up out that ass you feelin, gettin realer<br>Now beg for your life, one more time, one more crime<br>one more nine, c`mon cry nigga<br>It`s over! This is the shit, that hits hard<br>You either the last one standing, or the last one to fall