Grand Finale Lyrics - Dmx

(feat. Method Man, Nas & Ja Rule) 

[DMX - dialogue] 

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! 

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[Method Man] 

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 

[Lennox speaking - movie dialogue] 

Who wan' test me, c'mon! 

Me shot pussy-hole fi fun 

[Nas Escobar] 

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 

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 niggaz! (we dawgs for life) 

[DMX and Lakid {dialogue}] 

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 

[DMX] 

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 

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 

Chorus