[Intro]. I'll murder you...you...and you. Don't give a fuck about you..you.... [Chorus 1]. [Capone]. It's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga. [Final Chapter]. Straight like that. [Capone]. We cut shoot stab sell crack. [Algado]. Straight like that. [Capone]. We eat sleep shit street life. [Algado]. Straight like that. [Capone]. We get knocked bail the same night. [Algado]. Straight like that. [Chorus 2]. We gettin bitches bitches money money basically. There ain't no kissin we just fuckin honeys basically. You see y'all snitchin niggaz talkin funny basically. Me and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly basically. [Capone]. I'm off Beezlebub I walk wit the mac in my sweats. Air forces wife beater fitted cap to the left. My chain hang 35 inches my heat 7 and a quarter. Beard 8 and a third and my piece be Orca. There's no need for peace offers my niggas be shootin we riot. We run the streets quiet cuz the law's biased. Skip the battles back in 86 now niggaz tattle chop crazy bricks. Cop new kicks quick to say they rich. Fantasize and flatten the hills for niggaz in ghettos. Its crack bullets that kill dreams are fulfilled. Murders ink in cold blood holdin grudges for years. I keep two bitches two hot biscuits four dot sixes. The sorrow to swallow I follow my motto. Squeeze first since the day I slung ready rockin a bottle. I stand and deliver like Edward Olmos wet whatever. Respect whatever I talk with a tech forever. [Algado]. Our show's at your service on behalf of Final Chapter. ? I'm not a rapper quick to slap ya. Got scheme its not a factor we gotta shine first. Have 'em coppin your album just for our verse. Straight like that y'all better tell 'em. I hope they don't act like we won't smack to back of their cerebellum. Oh and did I mention? if I feel tension. Get the full arm extension get the whole block's attention. I know you keep your life in your cash. Your cash in the stash stash in the car car in the lot. So when I blow up the lot ::BOOM:: your whole shit stop. Y'all rappers is backwards make the game flip flop. I'll take you to the spot with no witnesses and no cops. Better have your glock out and cocked about to pop. To hustlers like Flynt sellin cracks like Sprint. A dime a minute now roll the dice five in it. [Chorus 1 & 2]. [Final Chapter]. Aiyyo aiyyo. I peeped your true colors while y'all niggaz was blinded. I been down and spit a pound before you knew I was rhymin. You know me illest flow ain't no seconds for timing. My sixteens'll rip through beats cut deeper than diamonds. Make ya niggaz start to worry cuz my hood is dark and blurry. When shots flurry niggaz point guard like Marbury. Ain't no arguing all my click'll do is get the targeting. Final Chapter split pies in two its half bargaining. I've seen you niggaz come up quick and then fall. I've seen you frontin for your broad like her pussy's the bomb. Clowns findin their stash gone but my cash is long. So I'ma let y'all pass on cuz you ass like a thong. My click is movin out now is you rollin along?. Til I perish I'm spittin strong it's that shit that I'm on. Final Chapter's comin at ya now the drama is born. Settle in this street life from the hoods to the lord. [Noreaga]. Aiyyo I'm still ghetto that's why these niggaz love me. I'm still on the run eatin so I got chubby. I spaz up in the Tunnel stab niggaz with pens. That's why til this day they don't let me in. I be in New York smokin LA weed. I hate a bitch named Pebbles like LA Reed. I dead niggaz like Pac and BIG blocks to live. These niggaz can't eat like hostages. Fuck Camry's and fuck Honda Accords. I rob niggaz like the Crips at the Source Awards. And everything that went down was cool with me. As long as I came back with my jewelry. We had machine guns I think we had two or three. And two or three limos me and my nigga Timbo. For bitches that suck nuts and spit it out the window. You know my tempo like Bloody Money 3. [Chorus 1 & 2]