[Intro: Lil' John talking]"Yeeeeah! (Yeeeeah!) It's been a long journey getting' tothis mother******' point of this Crunk Juice ************t. (What?!)But we done got to the last mother******' song *******z(Last ************t *******z!) And I got five of the hottest mother******'emcees in the world, givin' you that gangsta ************t!IT'S THE MOTHER******' GRAND FINALE!!!!!!"[Verse 1: Bun B]
We growin' doja in the ba******t in that underwater garden (Okay)
When hereon in the bank shed, dry it 'til it harden
Make it hash up in the oven (Man), put yayo in the hot plate
Drain and dry in the freezer, it's obvious we got weight
I said hard work, that's soft work even with wet work
Built-in clientele so we ain't gotta network (Let's go)
We always got work, so we ain't gotta get work
And if you ain't gettin' your work from us you bound to get jerked
We yayo experts, we been whippin' the yola since the crackas decided totake the coke from 
Coca-ColaHold the rollers, the king of the 
TrillThe underground as well, you can step in the ring when you feel
******* just sound the bell
Can't sound the heaters in this game, but the grind 
I'm lovin'
******* we passed all that pu************n', man it's time for shovin'
I got the mask, 
I got the strap, soon as 
I find the gloves
We gonna start exposin' off like 
Farhrenheit 9/11[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
I'ma speak clearly 'cause 
I don't think they hearin' me
A ******* only fear's gettin' charged with conspiracy
I'ca get it right to ya, sticky green white to ya
Wear whatever you want, bullets goin' right through ya
If you stressin' to get buried
My *******z'll send you back to the essence in a hurry
Sippin' Crunk 
Juice, blowin' 
Dutchies in the 
ChevyTry to figure me out dawg, 
I'm light but 
I'm heavyYellow lemonheads in the bezzie of the presi'
And yeah, anybody'ca rock but 
D-Block rock steady (D-Block!)
FED's don't need no warrants 'cause y'all all informants
So I get higher than 
New York insurance
Try to keep ************t clean like 
FlorenceMoved on up on the 
East side 'cause 
I never lost endurance
And it's all real *******z, if 
I ever get a license to carry
************t, that's a license to kill *******z[Verse 3: T.I.]
I refuse to lose, 
I rather give these weak dudes the blues
And separate them from they jewels, teach 'em don'ts and do's
I raise tools, make crews make decisions confused
All spectators can say is, "This lil' *******'s a fool"
A short fuse with some loose screws, some unscrewed
Better prove, you *******z ************ as the 
Moulan Rouge
So who guardin' who, you know who to you know what
To you know where, goin' 'gainst 'em's too unfair'
Cause everywhere you do a show he got kinfolk there
Now you know 
I ain't no ?, 
I got ten folk there
They ain't powerful as the one at the end of your prayer
Got you runnin' for your life without a minute to spare
Catch you dead to the granite, melt the grease in your hair
When I go, them boys is gonna be indecent affair
Guarantee you nah a real ******* breathin' accounted
At your funeral, just your parents and the preacher was there
Hollow, television name-dropper reachin' for help
So I ain't gotta say a word, pimp you beatin' ya'self
You gon' get what you deserve for disrespectin' the game
Any ******* with the nerve to say another man name
When that other man ain't even present
And deny it when somebody ask him about it
That *******'s a lame, you like to lie on the mic
Hide behind fame, 
I was a G when 
I cameThat's the way 
I remain[Verse 4: Nas]
Who besides the 
Egyptian-walker, ******s have a conniption
My existence persistent to bring foes misfortune
I dazzle 'em, like the alderman, 
Billy Dee in 
Mahogany, minus the perm
From the tiniest sperm that the mightiest 
The Almighty can muster
Project prophet, chronic blockage gives 
Alzheimer's to youngsters
Amongst them is me, can't remembers my beefs
With who? 
For what? 
They screw-face me up, my boo laced me up
Bolinsiaga, flimsy condo with bimbos in south of 
Kalan Gro in pimp mode
The inf' glow on his clothes and you know it's over
Hammer hit pin, pin hit shell, from the shell the slug gonna chew ya
Try not to lose me, 
I try not to lose'ya
Mamma say mamma sa mu makasa, fly to 
CubaTo chill with some politi-kill *******z who ill'
Cause y'all *******z are losers, don't get comfortable *******
Say hello to 
Mr. Bad Guy, get that cash par, 
I'm the last don
You'll ever know so, here you go y'all can take these thoughts
Anyway I'm chargin' emcees a late fee cost
So when y'all done with my style, please break me off
But never make 
Nas mad just in case cross'
Cause ah, lately y'all don't make me happy
To calm my nerve 
I need the herb 
GNC don't carry[Verse 5: Ice Cube]
Who the ******* is that? 
It's Ice Cube mother*******a
He's a maniac, no 
I'ma fool mother*******a
Old school mother*******a, blow through a mother*******a
What you heard about a ******* so true mother*******a
See I'm ugly and prettay, 
I'm polished and grittay
Shoot better than that ******* that tried to kill 50
See, *******z get ************ttay when 
I come to their cittay
When I hit the spot that ************ they like -- she cummin' with me
Cause I got an ego big as 
TO, but I'm not an 
Eagle************, 
I roll with 
Rigo 'cause gangstas don't dance we boogie
I told you mother*******as 
Kobe didn't take that ************
Get money, get paid, you can beat that ************t
Even if the 
DA is a piece'a ************t
Colorado got movatos, don't eat that ************t
Another White ************ lyin' on thee 
Black ************
I keep it flippin' like flapjacks, pimpin' like black '
LacsGive *******z flashbacks, they sweaty as ass cracks
When I hit the tar mat, it feel like a carjack
*******z get out and vanish like 
Star Treks
So ****** incredible, 
I'm so ******' credible
No matter what happen, 
I'll never turn federal
And that's my report comin' straight from 
CaliIce Cube is the ************t on this mother******' 
Grand Finale