LyricsGrand Finale

Method Man, Nas, DMX, Ja Rule

Last update on: April 23, 2021
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I ain′t goin' back to jail Next time, the county or the state see me It′s gonna be in a bag Uh! This is it baby, end of the road, ha hah When you a dawg, you a dawg for life You don't hear me though, you don't hear me though You don′t hear me though, c′mon, c'mon Watch them young guns that take none Nobody safe from the Friday the 13th Ghetto Jason, itchy trigger finger achin′ Snatch yo' ass out that S-Class for fakin′ Forty-fo' blast is a bloodbath, take your first step down A thug path, ain′t no love here, just slugs here Kids know the half you get plugged here, that's just impossible For the weak to last now, behold the unstoppable Third eye watchin' you, watchin′ me Throwin′ rocks from the penalty box, cop a plea Young G we was born to die, don't cry for me Just keep the heat closely and ride for me ′Cause we family for better or worse You and I from the dirt, you snatch purse, so hard It hurt to be here, and each year, I'm pourin′ out more beer For deceased peers, holdin' fort Police line, ′Do Not Cross', they found his corpse In the loft with the head cut off and butt naked Homicide the crime Method Add another killer verse to the murder record The Grand Finale Who wan' test me, c′mon! Me shot pussy-hole fi fun Hot corners, cops with warrants, every block is boring Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl In the stomach, he robbin′ niggaz who pumpin' Lil′ Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin' they gats Fiend yellin′ out, who got those? Go and see Shorty snot-nosed, he don't floss but he got dough Thug faces, fugitives runnin′ from court cases Slugs shootin' past for the love of drug paper Queens cap peelers, soldiers, drug dealers And God'll throw a beam of lightning down ′cause he feel us May the next one, strike me down if I′m not the realest The Mayor wanna call the swat team to come and kill us But dawgs are friends, if one see the morgue One'll live to get revenge and we ride to the end Bravehearts blow the lye with Henn and still rise Took alive with live men, my man got three six-to-eighteen′s And only five in, the Belly of the beast Didn't wanna hear the shit, I tried to tell him on the streets It′s irrelevant, the beast love to eat black meat And got us niggaz from the hood, hangin' off his teeth We slangin′ to eat, bringin' the heat Bullet holes, razor scars is the pain in the street, huh 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) 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) 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? (Tsh, whatever yo) I hear you I hear you Uh, I′ve lost my grip on reality or so it would seem Pinch myself to wake up, 'cause 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 it, I′ma take it and run with it, that's me What type of bullshit is this nigga on? That′s D The dawg come and getcha outside The more blood flows, when I plug holes with the snub nosed Gun blows, bullets whistle, wouldn't miss you Hit you all up in your mouth like it tried to kiss you Drama, it′s right here, how much you need? Beat you down with gat see how much you bleed How much you plead for your life, you was a killer And all the bitches comin' up out that ass you feelin′, gettin' realer Now beg for your life, one more time, one more crime One more nine, c'mon cry nigga It′s over! This is the shit, that hits hard You either the last one standing, or the last one to fall 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)

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