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DMX, Method Man, Nas & Ja Rule ‎- The Grand Finale (Belly Soundtrack) [Explicit]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DMX
DMX
Vocals
Ja Rule
Ja Rule
Vocals
Nas
Nas
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DMX
DMX
Songwriter
Method Man
Method Man
Songwriter
Irv Gotti
Irv Gotti
Songwriter
MC Ren
MC Ren
Songwriter
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Songwriter
Robert Mays
Robert Mays
Songwriter
Nas
Nas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Irv Gotti
Irv Gotti
Producer
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Mixing Engineer
Lil Rob
Lil Rob
Producer

Lyrics

I ain't going back to jail Next time that the county or the state see me, it's gon' be in a bag Uh This is it, baby End of the road, ha-ha When you a dog You a dog for life You don't hear me, though You don't hear me, though You don't hear me, though Come on, come on Watch them young guns that take none Nobody's safe from the Friday the 13th, ghetto Jason Itchy trigger finger aching Snatch your ass out that S-Class for faking .44 blast, it's a bloodbath Take your first step down a thug path Ain't no love here, just slugs here Kids know the half, you get plugged here That's just impossible For the weak to last, now behold the unstoppable Third eye watching you, watching me Throwing rocks from the penalty box, cop a plea Young G, we was born to die, don't cry for me Just keep the heat closely and ride for me 'Cause we family, for better or worse You and I from the dirt Used to snatch purses So hard, it hurt to be here And each year, I'm pouring out more beer For deceased peers, holding fort Police line, do not cross They found his corpse in the loft With the head cut off and butt naked Homicide the crime method Add another killer verse to the murder record The grand finale Dogs for life Who wanna test me? Uh, dogs for life Come on Yeah, we dogs for life Me shot, me shot pussy-hole people fi fun (yeah, we dogs for life) Hot corners, cops with warrants, every block is boring Friday night, getting bent, liquor pouring My dog not even home a month yet And blazed a girl in the stomach He robbing niggas who pumping Little Blood got popped by the group home cat Everybody nervous in the hood, pulling they gats Fiend yelling out, "Who got those?" Go and see, shorty snot-nosed He don't floss, but he got dough Thug faces, fugitives running from court cases Slugs shooting past for the love of drug paper Queens cap peelers, soldiers, drug dealers And God will throw a beam of lightning down 'cause he feel us May the next one strike me down if I'm not the realest The mayor wanna call the S.W.A.T. team to come and kill us But, dogs are friends If one see the morgue, one will live get revenge And we ride 'til the end Bravehearts blow the lye with Henn' And still rise to collide with live men My man got three six-to-eighteens, and only five in The belly of the beast Didn't wanna hear the shit I tried to tell him on the streets It's irrelevant, the beast love to eat black meat It got us niggas from the hood hanging off its teeth We slinging to eat, bringing the heat Bullet holes, razor scars, it's the pain in the street, huh When you a dog, you a dog for life (ride or die) My dogs feel pain, through love (see eye to eye) Give us one shot at life (let us fly) Come on, niggas (we dogs for life) Yo, when you a dog, you a dog for life (ride or die) My dogs feel pain, through love (see eye to eye) Give us one shot at life (let us fly) Come on, niggas (we dogs for life) There's mad money out here, dog Mad money out here What you, trying to get it? Word up You gon' bust your gun to get it? Psh, whatever, yo Uh I hear you, I hear you I've lost my grip on reality, or so it would seem Pinch myself to wake up, 'cause I know it's a dream Niggas that don't know me see me and think I'ma rob 'em Niggas that know me well see me and think I'm a problem I'm just a nigga that's misunderstood But word to mans, I'll turn your last name to Underwood 'Cause if I see it, I'ma take it and run with it, that's me What type of bullshit is this nigga on? That's D The darker it gets outside, the more blood flows When I plug holes with the snub nosed Gun blows, bullets whistle, wouldn't miss you Hit you all up in your mouth like it tried to kiss you Drama, it's right here, how much you need? Beat you down with gat, see how much you bleed How much you plead for your life, you was a killer And all the bitches coming up out that ass, you feel it getting realer Now, beg for your life, one more time One more crime, one more nine Come on, cry, nigga It's over, this is the shit that ends all You either the last one standing, or the last one to fall When you a dog, you a dog for life (ride or die) My dogs feel pain, through love (see eye to eye) Give us one shot at life (let us fly) Come on, niggas (we dogs for life) Yo, when you a dog, you a dog for life (ride or die) My dogs feel pain, through love (see eye to eye) Give us one shot at life (let us fly) Come on, niggas (we dogs for life)
Writer(s): Earl Simmons, Irving Domingo Lorenzo, Clifford Smith, Andre Romell Young, Lorenzo Jerald Patterson, Nasir Jones, Robin Andre Mays Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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