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Man Method - Grand Finale Lyrics



Man Method - 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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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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Writer: ROBIN MAYS, IRVING LORENZO, NASIR JONES, LORENZO PATTERSON, ANDRE ROMEL YOUNG, EARL SIMMONS, CLIFFORD SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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