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Grand Finale Lyrics

"Grand Finale" was written by Simmons, Earl/mays, Robert/jones, Nasir/lorenzo, Irving.
"Grand Finale" was written by Simmons, Earl/mays, Robert/jones, Nasir/lorenzo, Irving.

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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
'Cuz 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' 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 'cuz 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

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)

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)

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 'cuz 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
'Cuz 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

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)

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)

Songwriters
SIMMONS, EARL/MAYS, ROBERT/JONES, NASIR/LORENZO, IRVING

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Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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