(feat. Nas, T.I., Bun B, Ice Cube)    [SIREN sounds]    [Intro: Lil' John talking]  "Yeeeeah! (Yeeeeah!) It's been a long journey getting' to  this motherfuckin' point of this Crunk Juice shit. (What?!)  But we done got to the last motherfuckin' song niggaz  (Last shit niggaz!) And I got five of the hottest motherfuckin'  emcees in the world, givin' you that gangsta shit!  IT'S THE MOTHERFUCKIN' GRAND FINALE!!!!!!"    [Verse 1: Bun B]  We growin' doja in the basement in that underwater garden (Okay)  When hereon in the bank shed, dry it 'til it harden  Make it hash up in the oven (Man), put yayo in the hot plate  Drain and dry in the freezer, it's obvious we got weight  I said hard work, that's soft work even with wet work  Built-in clientele so we ain't gotta network (Let's go)  We always got work, so we ain't gotta get work  And if you ain't gettin' your work from us you bound to get jerked  We yayo experts, we been whippin' the yola since the crackas decided to  take the coke from Coca-Cola  Hold the rollers, the king of the Trill  The underground as well, you can step in the ring when you feel  Nigga just sound the bell  Can't sound the heaters in this game, but the grind I'm lovin'  Nigga we passed all that pushin', man it's time for shovin'  I got the mask, I got the strap, soon as I find the gloves  We gonna start exposin' off like Farhrenheit 9/11    [Verse 2: Jadakiss]  I'ma speak clearly 'cause I don't think they hearin' me  A nigga only fear's gettin' charged with conspiracy  I'ca get it right to ya, sticky green white to ya  Wear whatever you want, bullets goin' right through ya  If you stressin' to get buried  My niggaz'll send you back to the essence in a hurry  Sippin' Crunk Juice, blowin' Dutchies in the Chevy  Try to figure me out dawg, I'm light but I'm heavy  Yellow lemonheads in the bezzie of the presi'  And yeah, anybody'ca rock but D-Block rock steady (D-Block!)  FED's don't need no warrants 'cause y'all all informants  So I get higher than New York insurance  Try to keep shit clean like Florence  Moved on up on the East side 'cause I never lost endurance  And it's all real niggaz, if I ever get a license to carry  Shit, that's a license to kill niggaz    [Verse 3: T.I.]  I refuse to lose, I rather give these weak dudes the blues  And separate them from they jewels, teach 'em don'ts and do's  I raise tools, make crews make decisions confused  All spectators can say is, "This lil' nigga's a fool"  A short fuse with some loose screws, some unscrewed  Better prove, you niggaz pussy as the Moulan Rouge  So who guardin' who, you know who to you know what  To you know where, goin' 'gainst 'em's too unfair  'Cause everywhere you do a show he got kinfolk there  Now you know I ain't no ?, I got ten folk there  They ain't powerful as the one at the end of your prayer  Got you runnin' for your life without a minute to spare  Catch you dead to the granite, melt the grease in your hair  When I go, them boys is gonna be indecent affair  Guarantee you nah a real nigga breathin' accounted  At your funeral, just your parents and the preacher was there  Hollow, television name-dropper reachin' for help  So I ain't gotta say a word, pimp you beatin' ya'self  You gon' get what you deserve for disrespectin' the game  Any nigga with the nerve to say another man name  When that other man ain't even present  And deny it when somebody ask him about it  That nigga's a lame, you like to lie on the mic  Hide behind fame, I was a G when I came  That's the way I remain    [Verse 4: Nas]  Who besides the Egyptian-walker, fuckers have a conniption  My existence persistent to bring foes misfortune  I dazzle 'em, like the alderman, Billy Dee in Mahogany, minus the perm  From the tiniest sperm that the mightiest The Almighty can muster  Project prophet, chronic blockage gives Alzheimer's to youngsters  Amongst them is me, can't remembers my beefs  With who? For what? They screw-face me up, my boo laced me up  Bolinsiaga, flimsy condo with bimbos in south of Kalan Gro in pimp mode  The inf' glow on his clothes and you know it's over  Hammer hit pin, pin hit shell, from the shell the slug gonna chew ya  Try not to lose me, I try not to lose'ya  Mamma say mamma sa mu makasa, fly to Cuba  To chill with some politi-kill niggaz who ill  'Cause y'all niggaz are losers, don't get comfortable nigga  Say hello to Mr. Bad Guy, get that cash par, I'm the last don  You'll ever know so, here you go y'all can take these thoughts  Anyway I'm chargin' emcees a late fee cost  So when y'all done with my style, please break me off  But never make Nas mad just in case cross  'Cause ah, lately y'all don't make me happy  To calm my nerve I need the herb GNC don't carry    [Verse 5: Ice Cube]  Who the fuck is that? It's Ice Cube motherfucka  He's a maniac, no I'ma fool motherfucka  Old school motherfucka, blow through a motherfucka  What you heard about a nigga so true motherfucka  See I'm ugly and prettay, I'm polished and grittay  Shoot better than that nigga that tried to kill 50  See, niggaz get shittay when I come to their cittay  When I hit the spot that bitch they like -- she cummin' with me  Cause I got an ego big as TO, but I'm not an Eagle  Bitch, I roll with Rigo 'cause gangstas don't dance we boogie  I told you motherfuckas Kobe didn't take that pussy  Get money, get paid, you can beat that shit  Even if the DA is a piece'a shit  Colorado got movatos, don't eat that shit  Another White bitch lyin' on thee Black dick  I keep it flippin' like flapjacks, pimpin' like black 'Lacs  Give niggaz flashbacks, they sweaty as ass cracks  When I hit the tar mat, it feel like a carjack  Niggaz get out and vanish like Star Treks  So fuckin incredible, I'm so fuckin' credible  No matter what happen, I'll never turn federal  And that's my report comin' straight from Cali  Ice Cube is the shit on this motherfuckin' Grand Finale