Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grand Finale, artist - DMX. Album song The Best Of DMX, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.01.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Grand Finale |
I ain’t goin back to jail |
Next time, the county or the state see me |
It’s gonna be in a bag |
Uhh! |
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 niggas 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 niggas from the hood, hangin off his teeth |
We slangin to eat, bringin the heat |
Bulletholes, razor scars is the pain in the street, huh |
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 niggas! |
(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 |
Uhh, I’ve lost my grip on reality or so it would seem |
Pinch myself to wake up, cause I know it’s a dream |
Niggas that don’t know me see me and think i’ma rob em |
Niggas 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 |