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Grand Finale ft. Lil' Jon, Bun B, Nas, Jadakiss(By T.I.)

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GRAND FINALE FT. LIL' JON, BUN B, NAS, JADAKISS, ICE CUBE


INTRO (Lil' Jon) [Bun B] 
Yeah! (Yeeeaaaahh!) 
It's been a long journey get to this mutha fuckin' point 
(Yuh...yuh...yuh) 
On this Crunk Juice shit (What!) 
But we done got 'til the last mutha fuckin' song 
(Shit niggas shit niggas) 
And I got 5 of the mutha fuckin' hottest MCs in the world 
[Okay] 
Givin' you that gansta shit 
[It's UGK for life.....] 
It's the mutha fuckin' Grande Finale....! 
[Free Pimp C....Free Pimp C!] 

VERSE 1 (Bun B) 
Say, we growin' dosier in the basement in that underwater garden (Okay) 
With heron in the back, shit dry 'til it harden 
Bakin' hash up in the oven (damn), with yayo on the hot plate 
And drinkin' Prime and Freezy, it's obvious we got weight 
I said hard for that soft while keepin' that wet work 
Built-in clientelle so we ain't gotta network (thats cold) 
We always got work, so we ain't gotta get work 
And if you ain't gettin' your work from us you bound to get gerbery 
The yayo experts, we been whippin' anyola 
Since the records decided to take the coke out Coca-Cola (hola) 
Hola rollas the king of the trill 
The underground as well you can step in the ring when you feel 
Nigga just sound the bell 
They say now haters in this game but the grind of lovin' (lovin') 
And then we passed on that pushin' man, its time for shovin' 
I got the mask I got the straps 
As soon as I find the glove, then we gon' start exposin' oak like Darren Hayer at the least 

VERSE 2 (Jadakiss) 
(AHAE!) 
I'mma speak cleary, cuz I don't think they here me (uh-uh) 
A nigga only fears gettin' charged with conspiracy 
I can get it right to ya, sticky green white to ya 
Wear whatever you want, bullet gonin' right through ya (uh) 
If you stressin' if you buried (uh) 
My niggas'll send you back to the essence in a hurry (yea) 
Sippin' Crunk Juice, blowin' dutches in the Chevy (uh) 
Try to figure me out dawg, I'm light but I'm heavy (ah) 
Yellow lemon heads in the bezzy of the prezzy 
And yeah anybody can rock, but D-Block rock steady (D-Block!) 
FEDs don't need no warrants, cuz y'all all informants 
So I get higher than New York insurance 
Try to keep shit clean like Florence, moved on up 
On the Eastside, cuz I never lost endurance 
And, it's all real niggas (yeah) 
And if I ever get a license to carry, shit, that's a license to kill niggas 

VERSE 3 (T.I.) 
I refuse to lose, I'd rather give these weak dudes the blues 
Then separate 'em from they jewels, teach 'em don'ts and dos 
I raise tools, make crews, make decisions, confuse 
All spectators can say is, 'This lil' nigga's a fool!' 
The short fuse with some lose screws, some unscrewed 
Here to prove, you niggas puss-ass the Moulin Rouge 
So who done who, you-know-who, 
The you-know-what, or the you-know-where 
Gonin' 'gainst 'em's too unfair 
Cuz everywhere you do a show, we got kinfolk there 
Now you know, I aim to murder 9 of 10 folk there 
They ain't powerful, that's the one at the end of your prayer 
Gotcha runnin' for your life without a minute to spare 
Catch ya dead to the right and not the grease in your hair 
When I go to war it's gon' be an indecent afair 
Guarantee you nev'r real nigga breathin' that caddin' 
At your funeral just your parents and the preacher was there 
I don't tell a vision name, drop and reachin' for help 
So I ain't gotta say a word, pimp, you beatin' yourself 
You gon' get what you deserve for disrespectin' 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 
Like to, lie on the mic, hide behind fame 
I was a G when I came, thats the way a remain (he lame) 

VERSE 4 (Nas) 
(Uh..uh..yea....) 
Who is I? The Egyptian walker, fuckers have a kannipshin 
My existence, persistent to bring foes misfortune 
I dazzle 'em, like the aldeman 
Billy Dee and Mahoghany, minus the perm, from the tiniest sperm 
That the mightiest the Almighty can muster? 
Project prophet, chronic blockers gives alls, I miss the youngsters 
Amongst them is me, can't remembers my beefs 
With who, for what? 
They screw-faced me up, my boo laced me up 
Belenciaga, flimsy combos with bimbos in south of Key Largo 
In pimp mode, the inf. glow on his clothes and you know its over 
Hammer hit pin, pin hit shell, from the shell: the slug on and chewed ya 
Try not to lose me I'll try not to lose ya 
Momma say, 'Mammasa bo maccosa' pull outta Cuba 
The chill with some pelip to kill, niggas are ill 
Cuz y'all niggas are losers 
Don't get comfortable niggas, say hello to Mr. Bad Guy 
Get that cash far, I'm the last Don you'll ever know, so 
Here you go, y'all can take these thoughts 
Anyway I'm chargin' MCs a late fee cost 
So when y'all done with my style please break me off 
But never make Nas made, just in case we cross 
Cuz 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 mutha fucker 
(He's a maniac) 
No I'm a fool mutha fucker 
Old school mutha fucker, blow through a mutha fucker 
What you heard about a nigga so true mutha fucker 
See I'm ugly and pretty, I'm polished and gritty 
True, better than that nigga that tried to kill 50 
See, niggas get shitty when I come to they city 
When I hit the spot that bitch they like, she comin' with me 
Cuz, I got an ego, big as T.O. 
But, I'm not an Eagle, bitch, I roll a Rego 
Cuz, ganstas don't dance we boogie 
I told you mutha fuckers: Kobe didn't take that pussy 
Get money, get paid, you can beat that shit 
Even if the D.A. is a peice of shit 
Colorado got bravado, but, eat that shit 
Another white bitch lying on the black dick 
I keep it flippin' like flapjacks, pimpin' like black 'Lacs 
Give niggas flashbacks, they sweaty as ass cracks 
When I hit the tarmack, it feel like a car jack 
Niggas get out, and vanish like Star Trek 
So fuckin' incredible, I'm so fuckin' credible 
No matter what happen, I'll never turn federal 
And that's my report, comin' straight from Cali 
Ice Cube is the shit on this mutha fuckin' Grand Finale!






















 
 
 
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