Ja Rule - Grand Finaly lyrics

"Grand Finale"

[DMX - dialogue]
I aint goin back to jail
Next time, the County or the State see me
it is going to be in a bag

UHH! This is it baby!
End of the road, ha hah!
When you a dawg, you a dawg for life!
You do not hear me though, you do not hear me though
You do not hear me though, come on, come on!

[Method Man]
Watch them young guns that take none, nobody safe
from the Friday the 13th, ghetto Jason
Itchy trigger finger achin, snatch yo´ ass
out that S-Class for fakin, forty-fo´ blast
is a bloodbath, take your 1st step down a thug path
Aint no love here, just slugs here
Kids know the half you get plugged here, that is just impossible
for the weak to last now behold the unstoppable
3rd eye watchin you, watchin me
Throwin rocks from the penalty box, cop a plea
Young G we was born to die, don´t cry for me
Just keep the heat closely & ride for me
Cause we family for better or worse, you & I
from the dirt, you snatch purse, so hard it hurt
to be here, & each yeahr, I am pourin out more beer
for deceased peers, holdin fort
Police line ´Do Not Cross´, they found his corpse
in the loft with the head cut off, & butt naked
Homicide the crime Method, add another
killer verse to the murder record, the Grand Finale

[Lennox speaking - movie dialogue]
Who wan´ test me, come on!
Me shot pussy-hole fi fun

[Nas Escobar]
Hot corners, cops with warrants, every block is boring
Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem
My dawg, not even home a month yet, & blaze a girl
in the stomach, he robbin niggaz who pumpin
Lil´ Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat
Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats
Fiend yellin out, who got those? Go & see
shorty snot-nosed, he don´t floss but he got dough
Thug faces, fugitives runnin from court cases
Slugs shootin past for the love of drug paper
Queens cap peelers, soldiers, drug dealers
And God´ll throw a beam of lightning down cause he feel us
May the next one, strike me down if I am not the realest
The Mayor want to call the SWAT team to come & kill us
but, dawgs are friends, if one see the morgue, one will live
to get revenge, & we ride to the end
Bravehearts blow the lye with Henn, & still rise
Took alive with live men, my man got three six-to-eighteen´s
and only five in, the Belly of the beast
Didn´t want to hear the shit I tried to tell him on the streets
It is irrelevant, the beast love to eat black meat
And got us niggaz from the hood, hangin off his teeth
We slangin to eat, bringin the heat
Bulletholes, razor scars is the pain in the street, huh

[Chorus: Ja Rule [repeat 2X]]

When you a dawg you a dawg for life (ride or die)
My dawgs feel pain from love (see eye to eye)
Give us one shot at life (let us fly)
C´mon niggaz! (we dawgs for life)

[DMX & Lakid {dialogue}]
Theres mad money out here dawg
Mad money out here
What you tryin to get it? (Word up)
You going to bust your gun to get it? (Tsh, whatever yo)
I hear you I hear you

[DMX]
Uhh, I have lost my grip on reality or so it´d seem
Pinch myself to wake up, cause I KNOW it is a dream
Niggaz that don´t know me see me & think I ama rob em
Niggaz that know me well see me & think I ama problem
I am just a nigga that is misunderstood
But word to God I turn your last name to Underwood
Cause if I see it, I ama take it & run with it, that is me
What type of bullshit´s this nigga on? That is D
The dawg come & getcha outside
The more blood flows, when I plug holes with the snub nosed
Gun blows, bullets whistle, wouldn´t miss you
Hit you all up in your mouth like it tried to kiss you
Drama, it is right here, how MUCH YOU NEED?
Beat you down with gat see how MUCH YOU BLEED
How MUCH YOU PLEAD, for your life, you was a killer
And all the bitches comin up out that ass you feelin, gettin realer
Now beg for your life, one more time, one more crime
one more nine, come on cry nigga
It is over! This is the shit, that hits hard
You either the last one standing, or the last one to fall

[Chorus]

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