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Grand Finale
(专辑: Crunk Juice - 2004)
[SIREN sounds] [Intro: Lil' John talking] "Yeeeeah! (Yeeeeah!) It's been a
long journey getting' to this motherfucking point of this Crunk Juice shit. (What?!) But we done got to the
last motherfucking song niggaz (Last shit niggaz!) And I
got five of the
hottest motherfucking emcees in the
world, giving you that gangsta shit! IT'S THE MOTHERFUCKIN' GRAND FINALE!!!!!!" [Verse 1: Bun B] We growing doja in the
basement in that underwater garden (Okay) When hereon in the
bank shed, dry it 'til it harden Make it hash up in the
oven (Man), put yayo in the
hot plate Drain and dry in the
freezer, it's obvious we got weight I
said hard work, that's soft work even with wet work Built-in clientele so we ain't gotta network (Let's go) We always got work, so we ain't gotta get work And if you ain't getting your work from us you bound to get jerked We yayo experts, we been whipping the
yola since the
crackas decided to take the
coke from Coca-Cola Hold the
rollers, the
king of the
Trill The
underground as well, you can step in the
ring when you feel Nigga just sound the
bell Can't sound the
heaters in this game, but the
grind I'm loving Nigga we passed all that pushing, man it's time for shoving I
got the
mask, I
got the
strap, soon as I
find the
gloves We gonna start exposing off like Farhrenheit 9/11 [Verse 2: Jadakiss] I'ma speak clearly 'cause I
don't think they hearing me A
nigga only fear's getting charged with conspiracy I'ca get it right to ya, sticky green white to ya Wear whatever you want, bullets going right through ya If you stressing to get buried My niggaz'll send you back to the
essence in a
hurry Sipping Crunk Juice, blowing Dutchies in the
Chevy Try to figure me out dawg, I'm light but I'm heavy Yellow lemonheads in the
bezzie of the
presi' And yeah, anybody'ca rock but D-Block rock steady (D-Block!) FED's don't need no warrants 'cause y'all all informants So I
get higher than New York insurance Try to keep shit clean like Florence Moved on up on the
East side 'cause I
never lost endurance And it's all real niggaz, if I
ever get a
license to carry Shit, that's a
license to kill niggaz [Verse 3: T.I.] I
refuse to lose, I
rather give these weak dudes the
blues And separate them from they jewels, teach 'em don'ts and do's I
raise tools, make crews make decisions confused All spectators can say is, "This lil' nigga's a
fool" A
short fuse with some loose screws, some unscrewed Better prove, you niggaz pussy as the
Moulan Rouge So who guarding who, you know who to you know what To you know where, going 'gainst 'em's too unfair 'Cause everywhere you do a
show he got kinfolk there Now you know I
ain't no ?, I
got ten folk there They ain't powerful as the
one at the
end of your prayer Got you running for your life without a
minute to spare Catch you dead to the
granite, melt the
grease in your hair When I
go, them boys is gonna be indecent affair Guarantee you nah a
real nigga breathing accounted At your funeral, just your parents and the
preacher was there Hollow, television name-dropper reaching for help So I
ain't gotta say a
word, pimp you beating ya'self You gon' get what you deserve for disrespecting the
game Any nigga with the
nerve to say another man name When that other man ain't even present And deny it when somebody ask him about it That nigga's a
lame, you like to lie on the
mic Hide behind fame, I
was a G
when I
came That's the
way I
remain [Verse 4: Nas] Who besides the
Egyptian-walker, fuckers have a
conniption My existence persistent to bring foes misfortune I
dazzle 'em, like the
alderman, Billy Dee in Mahogany, minus the
perm From the
tiniest sperm that the
mightiest The
Almighty can muster Project prophet, chronic blockage gives Alzheimer's to youngsters Amongst them is me, can't remembers my beefs With who? For what? They screw-face me up, my boo laced me up Bolinsiaga, flimsy condo with bimbos in south of Kalan Gro in pimp mode The
inf' glow on his clothes and you know it's over Hammer hit pin, pin hit shell, from the
shell the
slug gonna chew ya Try not to lose me, I
try not to lose'ya Mamma say mamma sa mu makasa, fly to Cuba To chill with some politi-kill niggaz who ill 'Cause y'all niggaz are losers, don't get comfortable nigga Say hello to Mr. Bad Guy, get that cash par, I'm the
last don You'll ever know so, here you go y'all can take these thoughts Anyway I'm charging emcees a
late fee cost So when y'all done with my style, please break me off But never make Nas mad just in case cross 'Cause ah, lately y'all don't make me happy To calm my nerve I
need the
herb GNC don't carry [Verse 5: Ice Cube] Who the
fuck is that? It's Ice Cube motherfucka He's a
maniac, no I'ma fool motherfucka Old school motherfucka, blow through a
motherfucka What you heard about a
nigga so true motherfucka See I'm ugly and prettay, I'm polished and grittay Shoot better than that nigga that tried to kill 50 See, niggaz get shittay when I
come to their cittay When I
hit the
spot that bitch they like she cumming with me Cause I
got an ego big as TO, but I'm not an Eagle Bitch, I
roll with Rigo 'cause gangstas don't dance we boogie I
told you motherfuckas Kobe didn't take that pussy Get money, get paid, you can beat that shit Even if the
DA is a
piece'a shit Colorado got movatos, don't eat that shit Another White bitch lying on thee Black dick I
keep it flipping like flapjacks, pimping like black 'Lacs Give niggaz flashbacks, they sweaty as ass cracks When I
hit the
tar mat, it feel like a
carjack Niggaz get out and vanish like Star Treks So fuckin incredible, I'm so fucking credible No matter what happen, I'll never turn federal And that's my report coming straight from Cali Ice Cube is the
shit on this motherfucking Grand Finale
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