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Grand Finale - текст песни



Grand Finale


[dmx - dialogue]


I ain’t goin back to jail


Next timethe county or the state see me


It’s gonna be in a bag





Uhh! this is it baby!


End of the roadha hah!


When you a dawgyou a dawg for life!


You don’t hear me thoughyou don’t hear me though


You don’t hear me thoughc’monc’mon!





[method man]


Watch them young guns that take nonenobody safe


From the friday the 13thghetto jason


Itchy trigger finger achinsnatch yo’ ass


Out that s-class for fakinforty-fo’ blast


Is a bloodbathtake your first step down a thug path


Ain’t no love herejust slugs here


Kids know the half you get plugged herethat’s just impossible


For the weak to last now behold the unstoppable


Third eye watchin youwatchin me


Throwin rocks from the penalty boxcop a plea


Young g we was born to diedon’t cry for me


Just keep the heat closely and ride for me


Cause we family for better or worseyou and i


From the dirtyou snatch purseso hard it hurt


To be hereand each yearI’m pourin out more beer


For deceased peersholdin fort


Police line ’do not cross’they found his corpse


In the loft with the head cut offand butt naked


Homicide the crime methodadd another


Killer verse to the murder recordthe grand finale





[lennox speaking - movie dialogue]


Who wan’ test mec’mon!


Me shot pussy-hole fi fun





[nas escobar]


Hot cornerscops with warrantsevery block is boring


Friday nightgetting bentlick a poem


My dawgnot even home a month yetand blaze a girl


In the stomachhe robbin niggaz who pumpin


Lil’ blood got poppedby the group home cat


Everybody nervous in the hoodpullin they gats


Fiend yellin outwho got those? go and see


Shorty snot-nosedhe don’t floss but he got dough


Thug facesfugitives runnin from court cases


Slugs shootin past for the love of drug paper


Queens cap peelerssoldiersdrug dealers


And god’ll throw a beam of lightning down cause he feel us


May the next onestrike me down if I’m not the realest


The mayor wanna call the swat team to come and kill us


Butdawgs are friendsif one see the morgueone’ll live


To get revengeand we ride to the end


Bravehearts blow the lye with hennand still rise


Took alive with live menmy man got three six-to-eighteen’s


And only five inthe belly of the beast


Didn’t wanna hear the shit I tried to tell him on the streets


It’s irrelevantthe beast love to eat black meat


And got us niggaz from the hoodhangin off his teeth


We slangin to eatbringin the heat


Bulletholesrazor scars is the pain in the streethuh





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)


Come on niggaz! (we dawgs for life)





[dmx and lakid {dialogue}]


There’s mad money out here dawg


Mad money out here


What you tryin to get it? (word up)


You gonna bust your gun to get it? (tshwhatever yo)


I hear you I hear you





[dmx]


UhhI’ve lost my grip on reality or so it would seem


Pinch myself to wake upcause I know it’s a dream


Niggaz that don’t know me see me and think i’ma rob em


Niggaz that know me well see me and think i’ma problem


I’m just a nigga that’s misunderstood


But word to God I turn your last name to underwood


Cause if I see iti’ma take it and run with itthat’s me


What type of bullshit is this nigga on? that’s d


The dawg come and getcha outside


The more blood flowswhen I plug holes with the snub nosed


Gun blowsbullets whistlewouldn’t miss you


Hit you all up in your mouth like it tried to kiss you


Dramait’s right herehow much you need?


Beat you down with gat see how much you bleed


How much you pleadfor your lifeyou was a killer


And all the bitches comin up out that ass you feelingettin realer


Now beg for your lifeone more timeone more crime


One more ninec’mon cry nigga


It’s over! this is the shitthat hits hard


You either the last one standingor the last one to fall





Chorus



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