Grand Finale (Chopped & Screwed)

[Intro: Lil Jon & Bun B, & Michael Watts]

Swishahouse Remix, nigga

Yeeeeah! (Yeeeeah!)

It's been a long journey getting to this motherfuckin' point

Of this Crunk Juice shit (What?!)

But we done got to the last motherfuckin' song, niggas (Last shit niggas!)

And I got five of the hottest motherfuckin' emcees in the world (okay), givin' you that gangsta shit! (It's UGK for life)

(Free Pimp C) It's the motherfuckin' Grand Finale" (Free Pimp C)

[Verse 1: Bun B]

Site

Growin-growin' doja in the basement in that underwater garden (Okay)

With heron in the back shed, dryin' 'til it harden

Makin' hash up in the oven (Man), with 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 that wet work

Built-in cliеntele so we ain't gotta nеtwork

We alw-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 them crackas decided to take the coke out Coca-Cola

Hold up roll, it's the king of the Trill, the Underground as well

You can step in the ring when you feel; nigga, just sound the bell

Can't stand the haters in this game, but the grind, I'm lovin'

Pimpin', we past all that pushin', man, it's time for shovin'

Got-got the mask, got-got the strap, soon as I find the gloves

Then we gon' start exposin' hoes like Farhrenheit 9/11

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]

Yeah

I'mma speak clearly 'cause I don't think they hearin' me

A nigga-nigga only fear is gettin' charged with conspiracy

I can 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 niggas'll send you back to the essence in a hurry

Sippin-sippin' Crunk Juice, blowin' Dutchies in the Chevy

S-S-sippin' Crunk Juice, blowin' Dutchies in the Chevy

Sippin' Crunk Juice, blowin' Dutchies in the Chevy (Uh)

Try to figure me out, dawg, I'm light but I'm heavy

Yellow-yellow lemonheads in the bezzie of the presi'

And yeah, anybody can rock, but D-Block rock steady (D-Block!)

Feds don't need no warrants 'cause y'all all informants

So I get higher than New York insurance

Try to keep shit clean like Florence

Moved on up on the Eastside 'cause I never lost endurance

And it's all real niggas; if I ever get a license to carry

Shit, that's a license to kill niggas

[Verse 3: T.I.]

I refuse to lose, I rather give these weak dudes the blues

And separate 'em 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' nigga's a fool"

A short fuse with some loose screws, some unscrewed

Better prove, you niggas pussy as the Moulan Rouge

So who guardin' who?

You know who did you know what to you know where

Goin' 'gainst 'em's too unfair

'Cause everywhere you do a show we got kinfolk there

You know-you know I ain't no more now that ten folk there

They ain't powerful as the one at the end of your prayer

You run-you runnin' for your life without a minute to spare

Catch you dead to the right and melt the grease in your hair

When I go to war, it's gon' be an indecent affair

Guarantee you nann real nigga breathin'll care

That 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' yourself

You gon' get what you deserve for disrespectin' the game

Any nigga with the nerve to say another man name

Any nigga with the nerve to say another man na-

Any nigga 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 nigga's a lame

You like to lie on the mic, hide behind fame

I was a G when I came and that's the way I remain

[Verse 4: Nas]

Who is I? The Egyptian-walker, fuckers have a conniption

My existence persistent to bring foes misfortune

I dazzle-dazzle 'em, like the alderman, Billy Dee in Mahogany

Minus the perm, from the tiniest sperm

That the mightiest The Almighty can muster

Proj-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, Balenciaga

Flimsy condo with bimbos in south of Key Largo 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'll try not to lose ya

Mamma mamma mamma mamma sa mu maka-, fly to-fly to Cuba

To chill with some politi-kill niggas who ill

'Cause y'all niggas are losers, don't get comfortable, niggas

Say hello to Mr. Bad Guy, get that cash

I'm the-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 we 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 fuck is that?) It's Ice Cube, motherfucka

(He's a maniac) No I'm a fool, motherfucka

Old school motherfucka, blow through a motherfucka

What you heard about a nigga so true, motherfucka

What you heard about a nigga so true, motherfucka

What you heard about a nigga so true, motherfucka

Ugly-ugly and prettay, Polish-polished and grittay

Better-better than that nigga tried to-tried to kill 50

Niggas-niggas get shittay when I come to their cittay

When I hit hit the spot that bitch bitch they like — she-she comin' with me

I got-I got an ego big as T.O

I'm not-I'm not an Eagle; bitch, I roll a Regal

Gangstas-gangstas don't dance, we boogie

I told you motherfuckas, Kobe didn't take that pussy

Get money, get paid, you can beat that shit

Even if the D.A. is a piece'a shit

Colorado got bravado, but eat that shit

Another white bitch lyin' on the Black dick

I flip-flippin' like flapjacks, pimp-pimpin' like black 'Lacs

Give-give niggas flashbacks, they sweaty as ass cracks

I-I hit the tarmac, feel-feel like a carjack

Nig-niggas get out, and vanish like Star Trek

So fuckin' incredible, I'm so fuckin' credible

No matter what happen, I'll never turn federal

And that's my report comin' straight from Cali

Ice Cube is the shit on this motherfuckin' Grand Finale