Lyrics
The Grand Finale, Shout To Cali
All The Hustlas, Rep Your Block Or Alley
Gettin Ya Hustlin Done, Or On The Run
Lets End This Wit A Twenty One Gun
Salute....
verse 1:
Im Hot Like Mars, Scared Dont Say You Sick Of Me/I brought You Woot Woot And Glorious Victory/
You Aint Worth Mah Rhymes, Im Gettin Signed, Fuck-The-Hate/While Im Rippin The Booth, You Be Doin 9-5 Late/
Degrate Ya Mind State, Switch Up Ya Atoms/Guns Blastin, This Flow, You Couldnt Fathom/
Or Amagin, Matter Of Fact, Your Jus Ignorant/No Intermission, And For That Your Days Are Limited/
Inimite Wit This Rap Shit, I Clap-Shit, Bash-bitches/Mass-Glitches, In Ya Rhymes All Im Worryin About Is Bad-Snitches/
Or Goin To Shows And Flippin The Wrong Switches/Have You Endin Up In Graves Or Lined Ditches/
The Pitch Is, Hot, The Stiches, Stop/You From Switchin, Top, Quickened, Rocks/
Crouds Be, Crouding Around Me, I Start Rallies/Yall Know Im Hot, But heres The finale/
The Grand Finale, Shout To Cali
All The Hustlas, Rep Your Block Or Alley
Gettin Ya Hustlin Done, Or On The Run
Lets End This Wit A Twenty One Gun
Salute....
verse 2:
Your Shits Rotting, Got-Me, Stackin Up On The lyrical Bodies/Cock The Barell And Unload The Whole Shotty/
I Got-Thi, Fuckin Raps For The Projects And Burbs/Nouns And Verbs,Either Way You Feel My Words/
Its Fashure, Im The Champ, I Rant-And-Rave/Control The Stage, But Cant Fuckin Hold My Rage/
Never Console A Page, Not Rememberin, Where Im From/And If This Makes You Think, Then Your Prolly Stunned/
Timberlands Or Nike's I Got Flight And Power/If Powrs In Numbers, Then My Team Shower/
Ever Hour, I Come Out Wit A New Track Or Shceme/A Rappin Pheene, Scorin More Than A Soccer Team/
From The Hard To The Sad Shit, I Make Rad-Spit/Killin Many A Wack Emcees, Dumbing Body Bagage/
Leave Haters Under, Want beef Dont Jus Mumble/Like Boxing Referees Says "Lets Get Ready To Rumble"/
