Grand Finale Lyrics

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 spareT.i. - Grand Finale - http://motolyrics.com/ti/grand-finale-lyrics.html
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!