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feat. Final Chapter
Sho of Final Chapter
Thugged Out Militia- 2001
Sho
Now put your cards on the motherfking table and see whats, what
Give life the d*ck hard she a sl*t
That will make her feel it in her gut
Then I move to my career
So fk your perspective, your thoughts get neglected
Like Muggsy's shot and Marcus Camby rejection
Hit the sixth row, pass the courtside section
I know you clown must be kidding
This lefrak commission, put a ending to your vision
This rap s**t turn five to sixth sense's
I know your profile, I'm like a hood human census
Major factor, nigg* not a major actor
Deal with major , fk major girls
Who else but the sho god
Open up the book, s**t will never be closed
Like a spell on the industry, and no one got the code
But Al G.A.D.O and S.H.O we the mainstream where
Ever we go y'all know
Chorus 1: Final Chapter
From the front to the back, stay packed, fall back
It's a wrap, thugged out rule that
I know you mad cause your girl on our back, she with us
It's a wrap, thugged out rule that
Don't want no problems, but if y'all want to clap, we got gats
It's a wrap, thugged out rule that
Everywhere we go we get tested at a show
We let everybody know
I'm let everyone know we shut it down (It's a wrap)
Chorus 2: Final Chapter
Banned from another club again... again
But we'll get it popping outside my friend (you ain't gotta let us in)
Banned from another club again... again
But we'll get it popping outside my friend (you ain't gotta let us in)
Noreaga
Yo, papi and I'm banned from the Roxy
Mad shootout's and more fights than Rocky
I hold records N.O most connected
My died arm strong, your pass intercepted
Hoes meet me in the motel, with just a thong
We goin' drink smirnoff, b*tch, fk the don
You see my lucky charm, my is on
and I'm a foul nigg* b*tch, I could fk you moms
You see I'm banned from the Tunnel, my is foul
Body s**t when I come through, like Martha wild
and I would hate to have to, break your face bone
For Greystones, have you looking like Grace Jones
Hit up, machete's will split up
Automatic's will blast, fifth up
Al Gado, and Sho and this N-O
and if them got beef, them will go
Chorus 1
Al Gado
I'm the wrong person to love, easy to judge
and I ain't perfect, I'll tell you now I hold a grudge
Because we in the club, rolling thicker than fuzz
The wee dark the same, play this rap like a match
Just spark the game, and tear apart your fame
Blow so much smoke clouds, s**t it would start to rain
an still flow lovely
Get on stage and get gully
I'm never fall off I got A, B C scully huh..
(Hate me or love me) that's your altermatum
The devil price my soul, I still ain't pay him
But usually they love me, walk in the club
an make the crown look like they playing rugby
Ripe show's on a fradulent stage
No matter what y'all say, we living all of our days
spit fire, no matter what the margin pays
Y'all witnessing (Final Chapter) in their starving days
show us love
Chorus 1
Chorus 2