Grand Finale Lyrics

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Yeah
(Yeah)
It's been a long journey getting to this motherfucking point
Of this Crunk Juice shit
(What shit?)
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 motherfucking grand finale

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 put yayo in the hot plate
(Man)
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

I'ma speak clearly 'cause I don't think they hearing me
A nigga only fear's getting charged with conspiracy
I can 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 can 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

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 Moulin 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 more, 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

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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

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

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 fucking 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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