Grand Finale

{*SIREN sounds*}<br><br>[Intro: Lil` John talking]<br>"Yeeeeah! (Yeeeeah!) It`s been a long journey getting` to<br>this motherfuckin` point of this Crunk Juice shit. (What?!)<br>But we done got to the last motherfuckin` song niggaz<br>(Last shit niggaz!) And I got five of the hottest motherfuckin`<br>emcees in the world, givin` you that gangsta shit!<br>IT`S THE MOTHERFUCKIN` GRAND FINALE!!!!!!"<br><br>[Verse 1: Bun B]<br>We growin` doja in the basement in that underwater garden (Okay)<br>When hereon in the bank shed, dry it `til it harden<br>Make it hash up in the oven (Man), put yayo in the hot plate<br>Drain and dry in the freezer, it`s obvious we got weight<br>I said hard work, that`s soft work even with wet work<br>Built-in clientele so we ain`t gotta network (Let`s go)<br>We always got work, so we ain`t gotta get work<br>And if you ain`t gettin` your work from us you bound to get jerked<br>We yayo experts, we been whippin` the yola since the crackas decided to<br>take the coke from Coca-Cola<br>Hold the rollers, the king of the Trill<br>The underground as well, you can step in the ring when you feel<br>Nigga just sound the bell<br>Can`t sound the heaters in this game, but the grind I`m lovin`<br>Nigga we passed all that pushin`, man it`s time for shovin`<br>I got the mask, I got the strap, soon as I find the gloves<br>We gonna start exposin` off like Farhrenheit 9/11<br><br>[Verse 2: Jadakiss]<br>I`ma speak clearly `cause I don`t think they hearin` me<br>A nigga only fear`s gettin` charged with conspiracy<br>I`ca get it right to ya, sticky green white to ya<br>Wear whatever you want, bullets goin` right through ya<br>If you stressin` to get buried<br>My niggaz`ll send you back to the essence in a hurry<br>Sippin` Crunk Juice, blowin` Dutchies in the Chevy<br>Try to figure me out dawg, I`m light but I`m heavy<br>Yellow lemonheads in the bezzie of the presi`<br>And yeah, anybody`ca rock but D-Block rock steady (D-Block!)<br>FED`s don`t need no warrants `cause y`all all informants<br>So I get higher than New York insurance<br>Try to keep shit clean like Florence<br>Moved on up on the East side `cause I never lost endurance<br>And it`s all real niggaz, if I ever get a license to carry<br>Shit, that`s a license to kill niggaz<br><br>[Verse 3: T.I.]<br>I refuse to lose, I rather give these weak dudes the blues<br>And separate them from they jewels, teach `em don`ts and do`s<br>I raise tools, make crews make decisions confused<br>All spectators can say is, "This lil` nigga`s a fool"<br>A short fuse with some loose screws, some unscrewed<br>Better prove, you niggaz pussy as the Moulan Rouge<br>So who guardin` who, you know who to you know what<br>To you know where, goin` `gainst `em`s too unfair<br>`Cause everywhere you do a show he got kinfolk there<br>Now you know I ain`t no ?, I got ten folk there<br>They ain`t powerful as the one at the end of your prayer<br>Got you runnin` for your life without a minute to spare<br>Catch you dead to the granite, melt the grease in your hair<br>When I go, them boys is gonna be indecent affair<br>Guarantee you nah a real nigga breathin` accounted<br>At your funeral, just your parents and the preacher was there<br>Hollow, television name-dropper reachin` for help<br>So I ain`t gotta say a word, pimp you beatin` ya`self<br>You gon` get what you deserve for disrespectin` the game<br>Any nigga with the nerve to say another man name<br>When that other man ain`t even present<br>And deny it when somebody ask him about it<br>That nigga`s a lame, you like to lie on the mic<br>Hide behind fame, I was a G when I came<br>That`s the way I remain<br><br>[Verse 4: Nas]<br>Who besides the Egyptian-walker, fuckers have a conniption<br>My existence persistent to bring foes misfortune<br>I dazzle `em, like the alderman, Billy Dee in Mahogany, minus the perm<br>From the tiniest sperm that the mightiest The Almighty can muster<br>Project prophet, chronic blockage gives Alzheimer`s to youngsters<br>Amongst them is me, can`t remembers my beefs<br>With who? For what? They screw-face me up, my boo laced me up<br>Bolinsiaga, flimsy condo with bimbos in south of Kalan Gro in pimp mode<br>The inf` glow on his clothes and you know it`s over<br>Hammer hit pin, pin hit shell, from the shell the slug gonna chew ya<br>Try not to lose me, I try not to lose`ya<br>Mamma say mamma sa mu makasa, fly to Cuba<br>To chill with some politi-kill niggaz who ill<br>`Cause y`all niggaz are losers, don`t get comfortable nigga<br>Say hello to Mr. Bad Guy, get that cash par, I`m the last don<br>You`ll ever know so, here you go y`all can take these thoughts<br>Anyway I`m chargin` emcees a late fee cost<br>So when y`all done with my style, please break me off<br>But never make Nas mad just in case cross<br>`Cause ah, lately y`all don`t make me happy<br>To calm my nerve I need the herb GNC don`t carry<br><br>[Verse 5: Ice Cube]<br>Who the fuck is that? It`s Ice Cube motherfucka<br>He`s a maniac, no I`ma fool motherfucka<br>Old school motherfucka, blow through a motherfucka<br>What you heard about a nigga so true motherfucka<br>See I`m ugly and prettay, I`m polished and grittay<br>Shoot better than that nigga that tried to kill 50<br>See, niggaz get shittay when I come to their cittay<br>When I hit the spot that bitch they like -- she cummin` with me<br>Cause I got an ego big as TO, but I`m not an Eagle<br>Bitch, I roll with Rigo `cause gangstas don`t dance we boogie<br>I told you motherfuckas Kobe didn`t take that pussy<br>Get money, get paid, you can beat that shit<br>Even if the DA is a piece`a shit<br>Colorado got movatos, don`t eat that shit<br>Another White bitch lyin` on thee Black dick<br>I keep it flippin` like flapjacks, pimpin` like black `Lacs<br>Give niggaz flashbacks, they sweaty as ass cracks<br>When I hit the tar mat, it feel like a carjack<br>Niggaz get out and vanish like Star Treks<br>So fuckin incredible, I`m so fuckin` credible<br>No matter what happen, I`ll never turn federal<br>And that`s my report comin` straight from Cali<br>Ice Cube is the shit on this motherfuckin` Grand Finale