Grand Finale (исполнитель: Lil Jon (ft. Nas, T.I., Bun B & Ice Cube))
[Intro: Lil' John talking] "Yeeeeah! (Yeeeeah!) It's been a long journey getting' to this [bad word] #39; point of this [bad word] Juice [bad word] (What?!) But we done got to the last [bad word] #39; song niggaz (Last [bad word] niggaz!) And I got five of the hottest [bad word] #39; emcees in the world, givin' you that gangsta [bad word] #33; IT'S THE [bad word] #39; 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 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 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 [bad word] just sound the bell Can't sound the heaters in this game, but the grind I'm lovin' [bad word] 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 11 lovin' [Verse 2: Jadakiss] I'ma speak clearly 'cause I don't think they hearin' me [bad word] 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' [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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' [bad word] #39;s a fool" short fuse with some loose screws, some unscrewed Better prove, you niggaz [bad word] 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 [bad word] #39; 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] #39;s a lame, you like to lie on the mic Hide behind fame, I was a when I came That's the way I remain [Verse 4: Nas] Who besides the Egyptian-walker, [bad word] 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 [bad word] face me up, my boo laced me up Bo