Chorus: Final Chapter   Is you a real or a fake nigga   Get caught and run ya trap to the jake niggas   Tryin to turn a benjamin into a 8 figga   When shit get sweet, this click we can taste it      {Final Chapter}   Ain't nuthin worse than a snake on a daily basis   The words that test, my job to the shit is trying to ace it   Pissin on this shitty pavement, beef is snare   Cock back scream what, then face it   Real niggas make it, while bitch niggas fake it   Sippin henicee, on the rocks and never O.J. to chase it   My click take niggas back like Jane Close in Acin'   Feelin for niggas who stomach hurtin', never ate shit   Final Chapter, want ya niggas to sleep   'cause we be comin up this hill, and this hill is steep   I spit hard to make it tougher for ya clowns to eat   Thugged out, my niggas lay it down in the streets   Pound to wheat, from overseas, from L.F.C.   Home of the legends, plus missions beats   For this tale to decrease, y'all all turn sucka   We fly O.T., with fire brain in our chucka      {Noreaga}   Yo I was told by 3 wise men, you gotta get dough times ten   And when ya mula correct, aiyo the dough straight just   flow down to ya neck   Get ya cash up, 'cause some time you pass ass up   Get ya dough right, I knew you were gonna fuck with a slut   My flow is in and out, and out and in   No doubt, make ya niggas say ouch again   And the shit mine, get my journal's a spit shine   Stay hard, plus a nigga hit hard tard   If I ain't in Iraq, then I'm right in the marge   Tao-tao-tao, like the Flipmode Squad   Nigga hop my shit, so when you cop my shit   You got a shotgun? Nigga gonna cop my shit   Yeah my name papi, but I ain't poppin shit   Straight knock you out, like the Rocky shit   While ya cornballs nigga, straight coppin shit      Chorus: Final Chapter {modified}   Is you a real or a fake nigga?   Get caught and run ya track to the jakes niggas   Trying to turn a benjamin into a 8 figga   When shit gets sweet, this click we can taste niggas   Embrace niggas   To the death, we be livin it up   All my niggas who ain't givin a fuck   Cop ya shit and bust   Don't look here, if you hate nigga   When shit gets sweet, this click we can taste niggas   Embrace niggas      {Final Chapter}   It's been a while comin, fullback endzone with me   Times is paper, gotta make moves slowly   Things changin, prepare for the occasion   School face only, slanted eyes like a Masian   You ain't amazin me, or facin me   Give them 2 weeks, I hope fiends are blazin key   And when you flash ya cards, you never surprise us   Y'all like deetechs, need better disguises   Word from the wises, get dough, break bread   Catch me with a virgin that strictly give head   And when there's somethin on my mind, then it quickly get said   Freestyle, M.O.B., nigga voi p now   Thugged voice, first choice, ya clowns is secondary   Still full of couple things short like February   From Iraq to P.R., the world is ours   We are, Final Chapter, thugged out, we'll see ya      Chorus #2