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Ja Rule Lyrics

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Grand Finale Lyrics

[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!

 

 [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]
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