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The Grand Finale

Dr. Dre

Concrete Roots

1994

scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so

Since the beginning man had a grind
So I figured out it's our time
Yeah, to have this mission on our mind
Trip, tell em' boys why you on on your

on the loose so count ya blessings
Tell ya boys to back you up if you are stressing
Tell ya if your acting up then wind ya neck in
Coulda sworn that you were bad

bring yo dog you think he hard i'll Michael Vick em
My dog here too he salivate when i say sick em bitch

He gon pop up
Come through on that bullshit tear

it's in me
Beneficial you gotta be if you fuck with me
They Talking that bullshit but in person, they steady ducking me
Fuckery
Worried 'bout no one I'm

again some other time
Always wanna argue but not tonight
Why don't you tell me who I look like
I ain't for the bullshit not in my life
Why don't you tell

swerving lane to lane this shit metropolis
Why you don't speak on shit? cus I be peeping shit
They gone remember me, my life you can’t remix
Tell'em cut up

when you don't overthink, talking that yaaa, and we finna' see, 
Yo' homeboy act like he into me, 
Shut that shit down boy tell em' you finna' be, 
Know

Good God Almighty like back in
The old days you know, years ago
They had the A&R men to
Tell you what to play
How to play it and you know whether

record
You know, you have to write your heart, and whoever is offended by it, fuck ‘em
Yeah, fuck ‘em
And I ain’t changed I rep the same clique
I ran

ain't throwing no punch and you can't duck a fully
My Soulja say he goin be gone in a minute
bending that corner these clips getting empty
I ain't see

RTA ain’t no other way
Lie ain’t never care who tell it
I don’t give a fuck they talking
Those important they respect me
Those who don’t still ain’t

Why you talk like that you be talking all that nonsense 
Who's telling you to lie
I got niggas who gon ride they gon ride thru the bullshit
I drip

know if I'm a quit tell em no sir
Number one spot I'm getting closer
City on my back My family on My shoulder
Ain't no choice but keep on going till it's

the bat signal don't like to text
Ice on my wrist
Diamonds they dripping they wet like ya bitch
Niggas be talking but they girl blow a kiss
Chain on my neck

No Favors

Big Sean

I Decided.

2017

taking a risk, that might fuck up your life
Tell 'em point and shoot like camera crews
In front of cameras too (brrr)
Damn, Sean, what happened

Soulja boys pullup they each got a Draco ironic she ate now her face look like MAYO
I put a bag on your head, let em spin like tornadoes
Cook him up, then

son like Janet
Fly cause I'm in it
You looking
Like you need a minute
Peso then say so
Same pace so tell em boys
Fuck out my face yo
Hardly ever touch

and you know that I'm talking
Bling Boyz is wack yea we know that you smoking dick
Mac pull me back tell me chill I'm exposing shit
I ain't tryna the spot

asked why I did it and I told em for GMB
Send the location on god bitch we can meet
I been trying to tell em that we the sharks up in the sea

That boy

Tell em kiss my ass, while I'm showing off my draws, 
Fuking on the game n you know I do it raw, 
It's like pussy holes cus they all be wet n soft, 
They

to the bullshit that you drop

Been knew it would flop because you a copy cat tryna be somebody that you not

Boy humble yo self you not even close to me, idk why

Eany mini Eany mini mini mine mo
Catch a hater by the toe
If he hollers let him go
Talking Eany mini Eany mini mine mo
If they hating let ‘em go
Eany

I'm just grindin stackin paper
Pull up stuntin on you haters
Something slight nothing major
Well Alright
Give a fuck how niggaz feel
Tell em get it