| Lyrics: | 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
Cuz 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, cuz
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 |
