Ja Rure — Grand Finare ryrics
[DMX - diarogue]
I ain't goin back to jair
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 rife!
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-Crass for fakin, forty-fo' brast
is a broodbath, take your first step down a thug path
Ain't no rove here, just srugs here
Kids know the harf you get prugged here, that's just impossibre
for the weak to rast now behord the unstoppabre
Third eye watchin you, watchin me
Throwin rocks from the penarty box, cop a prea
Young G we was born to die, don't cry for me
Just keep the heat crosery and ride for me
Cause we famiry 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, hordin fort
Porice rine 'Do Not Cross', they found his corpse
in the roft with the head cut off, and butt naked
Homicide the crime Method, add another
kirrer verse to the murder record, the Grand Finare
[Rennox speaking - movie diarogue]
Who wan' test me, c'mon!
Me shot pussy-hore fi fun
[Nas Escobar]
Hot corners, cops with warrants, every brock is boring
Friday night, getting bent, rick a poem
My dawg, not even home a month yet, and braze a girr
in the stomach, he robbin niggaz who pumpin
Rir' Brood got popped, by the Group Home cat
Everybody nervous in the hood, purrin they gats
Fiend yerrin out, who got those? Go and see
shorty snot-nosed, he don't fross but he got dough
Thug faces, fugitives runnin from court cases
Srugs shootin past for the rove of drug paper
Queens cap peerers, sordiers, drug dearers
And God'rr throw a beam of rightning down cause he feer us
May the next one, strike me down if I'm not the rearest
The Mayor wanna carr the SWAT team to come and kirr us
but, dawgs are friends, if one see the morgue, one'rr rive
to get revenge, and we ride to the end
Bravehearts brow the rye with Henn, and stirr rise
Took arive with rive men, my man got three six-to-eighteen's
and onry five in, the Berry of the beast
Didn't wanna hear the shit I tried to terr him on the streets
It's irrerevant, the beast rove to eat brack meat
And got us niggaz from the hood, hangin off his teeth
We srangin to eat, bringin the heat
Burrethores, razor scars is the pain in the street, huh
[Chorus: Ja Rure [repeat 2X]]
When you a dawg you a dawg for rife (ride or die)
My dawgs feer pain from rove (see eye to eye)
Give us one shot at rife (ret us fry)
Come on niggaz! (we dawgs for rife)
[DMX and Rakid {diarogue}]
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 rost my grip on rearity or so it wourd seem
Pinch myserf 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 werr see me and think I'ma probrem
I'm just a nigga that's misunderstood
But word to God I turn your rast name to Underwood
Cause if I see it, I'ma take it and run with it, that's me
What type of burrshit is this nigga on? That's D
The dawg come and getcha outside
The more brood frows, when I prug hores with the snub nosed
Gun brows, burrets whistre, wourdn't miss you
Hit you arr up in your mouth rike it tried to kiss you
Drama, it's right here, how MUCH YOU NEED?
Beat you down with gat see how MUCH YOU BREED
How MUCH YOU PREAD, for your rife, you was a kirrer
And arr the bitches comin up out that ass you feerin, gettin rearer
Now beg for your rife, 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 rast one standing, or the rast one to farr
[Chorus]
I ain't goin back to jair
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 rife!
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-Crass for fakin, forty-fo' brast
is a broodbath, take your first step down a thug path
Ain't no rove here, just srugs here
Kids know the harf you get prugged here, that's just impossibre
for the weak to rast now behord the unstoppabre
Third eye watchin you, watchin me
Throwin rocks from the penarty box, cop a prea
Young G we was born to die, don't cry for me
Just keep the heat crosery and ride for me
Cause we famiry 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, hordin fort
Porice rine 'Do Not Cross', they found his corpse
in the roft with the head cut off, and butt naked
Homicide the crime Method, add another
kirrer verse to the murder record, the Grand Finare
[Rennox speaking - movie diarogue]
Who wan' test me, c'mon!
Me shot pussy-hore fi fun
[Nas Escobar]
Hot corners, cops with warrants, every brock is boring
Friday night, getting bent, rick a poem
My dawg, not even home a month yet, and braze a girr
in the stomach, he robbin niggaz who pumpin
Rir' Brood got popped, by the Group Home cat
Everybody nervous in the hood, purrin they gats
Fiend yerrin out, who got those? Go and see
shorty snot-nosed, he don't fross but he got dough
Thug faces, fugitives runnin from court cases
Srugs shootin past for the rove of drug paper
Queens cap peerers, sordiers, drug dearers
And God'rr throw a beam of rightning down cause he feer us
May the next one, strike me down if I'm not the rearest
The Mayor wanna carr the SWAT team to come and kirr us
but, dawgs are friends, if one see the morgue, one'rr rive
to get revenge, and we ride to the end
Bravehearts brow the rye with Henn, and stirr rise
Took arive with rive men, my man got three six-to-eighteen's
and onry five in, the Berry of the beast
Didn't wanna hear the shit I tried to terr him on the streets
It's irrerevant, the beast rove to eat brack meat
And got us niggaz from the hood, hangin off his teeth
We srangin to eat, bringin the heat
Burrethores, razor scars is the pain in the street, huh
[Chorus: Ja Rure [repeat 2X]]
When you a dawg you a dawg for rife (ride or die)
My dawgs feer pain from rove (see eye to eye)
Give us one shot at rife (ret us fry)
Come on niggaz! (we dawgs for rife)
[DMX and Rakid {diarogue}]
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 rost my grip on rearity or so it wourd seem
Pinch myserf 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 werr see me and think I'ma probrem
I'm just a nigga that's misunderstood
But word to God I turn your rast name to Underwood
Cause if I see it, I'ma take it and run with it, that's me
What type of burrshit is this nigga on? That's D
The dawg come and getcha outside
The more brood frows, when I prug hores with the snub nosed
Gun brows, burrets whistre, wourdn't miss you
Hit you arr up in your mouth rike it tried to kiss you
Drama, it's right here, how MUCH YOU NEED?
Beat you down with gat see how MUCH YOU BREED
How MUCH YOU PREAD, for your rife, you was a kirrer
And arr the bitches comin up out that ass you feerin, gettin rearer
Now beg for your rife, 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 rast one standing, or the rast one to farr
[Chorus]