Grand Finale

[Intro: Lil' John talking]"Yeeeeah! (Yeeeeah!) It's been a long journey getting' tothis mother******' point of this Crunk Juice ************t. (What?!)But we done got to the last mother******' song *******z(Last ************t *******z!) And I got five of the hottest mother******'emcees in the world, givin' you that gangsta ************t!IT'S THE MOTHER******' GRAND FINALE!!!!!!"[Verse 1: Bun B]

We growin' doja in the ba******t 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 in the hot plate

Drain and dry in the freezer, it's obvious we got weight

I said hard work, that's soft work even with 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 totake the coke from

Coca-ColaHold the rollers, the king of the

TrillThe underground as well, you can step in the ring when you feel

******* just sound the bell

Can't sound the heaters in this game, but the grind

I'm lovin'

******* we passed all that pu************n', 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 9/11[Verse 2: Jadakiss]

I'ma speak clearly 'cause

I don't think they hearin' me

A ******* 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 *******z'll send you back to the essence in a hurry

Sippin' Crunk

Juice, blowin'

Dutchies in the

ChevyTry to figure me out dawg,

I'm light but

I'm heavyYellow 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 ************t clean like

FlorenceMoved on up on the

East side 'cause

I never lost endurance

And it's all real *******z, if

I ever get a license to carry

************t, that's a license to kill *******z[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' *******'s a fool"

A short fuse with some loose screws, some unscrewed

Better prove, you *******z ************ 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 you runnin' 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 ******* 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 ******* 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 *******'s a lame, you like to lie on the mic

Hide behind fame,

I was a G when

I cameThat's the way

I remain[Verse 4: Nas]

Who besides the

Egyptian-walker, ******s 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

Bolinsiaga, flimsy condo with bimbos in south of

Kalan Gro 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 try not to lose'ya

Mamma say mamma sa mu makasa, fly to

CubaTo chill with some politi-kill *******z who ill'

Cause y'all *******z are losers, don't get comfortable *******

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

Anyway 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[Verse 5: Ice Cube]

Who the ******* is that?

It's Ice Cube mother*******a

He's a maniac, no

I'ma fool mother*******a

Old school mother*******a, blow through a mother*******a

What you heard about a ******* so true mother*******a

See I'm ugly and prettay,

I'm polished and grittay

Shoot better than that ******* that tried to kill 50

See, *******z get ************ttay when

I come to their cittay

When I hit the spot that ************ they like -- she cummin' with me

Cause I got an ego big as

TO, but I'm not an

Eagle************,

I roll with

Rigo 'cause gangstas don't dance we boogie

I told you mother*******as

Kobe didn't take that ************

Get money, get paid, you can beat that ************t

Even if the

DA is a piece'a ************t

Colorado got movatos, don't eat that ************t

Another White ************ lyin' on thee

Black ************

I keep it flippin' like flapjacks, pimpin' like black '

LacsGive *******z flashbacks, they sweaty as ass cracks

When I hit the tar mat, it feel like a carjack

*******z get out and vanish like

Star Treks

So ****** incredible,

I'm so ******' credible

No matter what happen,

I'll never turn federal

And that's my report comin' straight from

CaliIce Cube is the ************t on this mother******'

Grand Finale