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Текст песни Lil Jon f Bun B, Ice Cube, Jadakiss, Nas - Grand Finale

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{*SIREN sounds*}[Intro: Lil` John talking]"Yeeeeah! (Yeeeeah!) It`s been a long journey getting` tothis 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 hardenMake it hash up in the oven (Man), put yayo in the hot plateDrain and dry in the freezer, it`s obvious we got weightI said hard work, that`s soft work even with wet workBuilt-in clientele so we ain`t gotta network (Let`s go)We always got work, so we ain`t gotta get workAnd if you ain`t gettin` your work from us you bound to get jerkedWe yayo experts, we been whippin` the yola since the crackas decided totake the coke from Coca-ColaHold the rollers, the king of the TrillThe underground as well, you can step in the ring when you feelNigga just sound the bellCan`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 glovesWe gonna start exposin` off like Farhrenheit 9/11[Verse 2: Jadakiss]I`ma speak clearly `cause I don`t think they hearin` meA nigga only fear`s gettin` charged with conspiracyI`ca get it right to ya, sticky green white to yaWear whatever you want, bullets goin` right through yaIf you stressin` to get buriedMy niggaz`ll send you back to the essence in a hurrySippin` Crunk Juice, blowin` Dutchies in the ChevyTry to figure me out dawg, I`m light but I`m heavyYellow 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 informantsSo I get higher than New York insuranceTry to keep shit clean like FlorenceMoved on up on the East side `cause I never lost enduranceAnd it`s all real niggaz, if I ever get a license to carryShit, that`s a license to kill niggaz[Verse 3: T.I.]I refuse to lose, I rather give these weak dudes the bluesAnd separate them from they jewels, teach `em don`ts and do`sI raise tools, make crews make decisions confusedAll spectators can say is, "This lil` nigga`s a fool"A short fuse with some loose screws, some unscrewedBetter prove, you niggaz pussy as the Moulan RougeSo who guardin` who, you know who to you know whatTo you know where, goin` `gainst `em`s too unfair`Cause everywhere you do a show he got kinfolk thereNow you know I ain`t no ?, I got ten folk thereThey ain`t powerful as the one at the end of your prayerGot you runnin` for your life without a minute to spareCatch you dead to the granite, melt the grease in your hairWhen I go, them boys is gonna be indecent affairGuarantee you nah a real nigga breathin` accountedAt your funeral, just your parents and the preacher was thereHollow, television name-dropper reachin` for helpSo I ain`t gotta say a word, pimp you beatin` ya`selfYou gon` get what you deserve for disrespectin` the gameAny nigga with the nerve to say another man nameWhen that other man ain`t even presentAnd deny it when somebody ask him about itThat nigga`s a lame, you like to lie on the micHide behind fame, I was a G when I cameThat`s the way I remain[Verse 4: Nas]Who besides the Egyptian-walker, fuckers have a conniptionMy existence persistent to bring foes misfortuneI dazzle `em, like the alderman, Billy Dee in Mahogany, minus the permFrom the tiniest sperm that the mightiest The Almighty can musterProject prophet, chronic blockage gives Alzheimer`s to youngstersAmongst them is me, can`t remembers my beefsWith who? For what? They screw-face me up, my boo laced me upBolinsiaga, flimsy condo with bimbos in south of Kalan Gro in pimp modeThe inf` glow on his clothes and you know it`s overHammer hit pin, pin hit shell, from the shell the slug gonna chew yaTry not to lose me, I try not to lose`yaMamma say mamma sa mu makasa, fly to CubaTo chill with some politi-kill niggaz who ill`Cause y`all niggaz are losers, don`t get comfortable niggaSay hello to Mr. Bad Guy, get that cash par, I`m the last donYou`ll ever know so, here you go y`all can take these thoughtsAnyway I`m chargin` emcees a late fee costSo when y`all done with my style, please break me offBut never make Nas mad just in case cross`Cause ah, lately y`all don`t make me happyTo calm my nerve I need the herb GNC don`t carry[Verse 5: Ice Cube]Who the fuck is that? It`s Ice Cube motherfuckaHe`s a maniac, no I`ma fool motherfuckaOld school motherfucka, blow through a motherfuckaWhat you heard about a nigga so true motherfuckaSee I`m ugly and prettay, I`m polished and grittayShoot better than that nigga that tried to kill 50See, niggaz get shittay when I come to their cittayWhen I hit the spot that bitch they like -- she cummin` with meCause I got an ego big as TO, but I`m not an EagleBitch, I roll with Rigo `cause gangstas don`t dance we boogieI told you motherfuckas Kobe didn`t take that pussyGet money, get paid, you can beat that shitEven if the DA is a piece`a shitColorado got movatos, don`t eat that shitAnother White bitch lyin` on thee Black dickI keep it flippin` like flapjacks, pimpin` like black `LacsGive niggaz flashbacks, they sweaty as ass cracksWhen I hit the tar mat, it feel like a carjackNiggaz get out and vanish like Star TreksSo fuckin incredible, I`m so fuckin` credibleNo matter what happen, I`ll never turn federalAnd that`s my report comin` straight from CaliIce Cube is the shit on this motherfuckin` Grand Finale

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