Grand Finale (feat. Jadakiss, Bun B, Ice Cube, Nas & T.I.)

"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, niggas (Last shit niggas!) And I got five of the hottest motherfuckin' emcees in the world (okay), givin' you that gangsta shit! (It's UGK for life) (Free Pimp C) It's the motherfuckin' Grand Finale" (Free Pimp C) Site We growin' doja in the basement in that underwater garden (Okay) With heron in the back shed, dryin' 'til it harden Makin' hash up in the oven (Man), with yayo on the hot plate Drain and dry in the freezer, it's obvious we got weight I said hard work, that's soft work, even that 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 them crackas decided to take the coke out Coca-Cola Hold up roll, it's 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 stand the haters in this game, but the grind, I'm lovin' Pimpin', we past all that pushin', man, it's time for shovin' I got the mask, I got the strap, soon as I find the gloves I'mma speak clearly 'cause I don't think they hearin' me A nigga only fear is gettin' charged with conspiracy I can 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 niggas'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 can rock, but D-Block rock steady (D-Block!) Feds 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 Eastside 'cause I never lost endurance And it's all real niggas; if I ever get a license to carry Shit, that's a license to kill niggas I refuse to lose, I rather give these weak dudes the blues And separate 'em 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 niggas pussy as the Moulan Rouge So who guardin' who? You know who did you know what to you know where Goin' 'gainst 'em's too unfair 'Cause everywhere you do a show we got kinfolk there Now you know I ain't no more now that 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 right and melt the grease in your hair When I go to war, it's gon' be an indecent affair Guarantee you nann real nigga breathin'll care That 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' 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 You like to lie on the mic, hide behind fame I was a G when I came and that's the way I remain Who is I? 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, Balenciaga Flimsy condo with bimbos in south of Key Largo 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'll try not to lose ya Mamma say mamma sa mu makasa, fly to Cuba To chill with some politi-kill niggas who ill 'Cause y'all niggas are losers, don't get comfortable, niggas 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 Anywa,y 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 (Who the fuck is that?) It's Ice Cube, motherfucka (He's a maniac) No I'm a 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, niggas get shittay when I come to their cittay When I hit the spot that bitch they like — she comin' with me 'Cause I got an ego big as T.O But I'm not an Eagle; bitch, I roll a Regal '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 D.A. is a piece'a shit Colorado got bravado, but eat that shit Another White bitch lyin' 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 tarmac, it feel like a carjack 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 motherfuckin' Grand Finale