[Intro: Lil` John talking]
Yeeeeah! (Yeeeeah!) It`s been a long journey getting` to
this motherfuckin` point of this Crunk Juice shit. (What?!)
But we done got to the last motherfuckin` song niggaz
(Last shit niggaz!) And I got five of the hottest motherfuckin`
emcees in the world, givin` you that gangsta shit!
IT`S THE MOTHERFUCKIN` GRAND FINALE!!!!!!
[Verse 1: Bun B]
We growin` 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 gettin` your work from us you bound to get jerked
We yayo experts, we been whippin` 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 lovin`
Nigga we passed all that pushin`, man it`s time for shovin`
I got the mask, I got the strap, soon as I find the gloves
We gonna start exposin` off like Farhrenheit 9/11
[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
I`ma speak clearly `cause I don`t think they hearin` me
A nigga only fear`s gettin` charged with conspiracy
I`ca get it right to ya, sticky green white to ya
Wear whatever you want, bullets goin` right through ya
If you stressin` to get buried
My niggaz`ll send you back to the essence in a hurry
Sippin` Crunk Juice, blowin` 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 guardin` who, you know who to you know what
To you know where, goin` `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 runnin` 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 breathin` accounted
At your funeral, just your parents and the preacher was there
Hollow, television name-dropper reachin` for help
So I ain`t gotta say a word, pimp you beatin` ya`self
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, 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 chargin` 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 cummin` 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 lyin` on thee Black dick
I keep it flippin` like flapjacks, pimpin` 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 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 motherfuckin` Grand Finale
