[Sho of Final Chapter]

Thugged Out Militia- 2001



[Sho]

Now put your cards on the motherfucking table and see whats, what

Give life the dick hard she a slut

That will make her feel it in her gut

Then I move to my career

So fuck 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 niggaz must be kidding

This lefrak commission, put a ending to your vision

This rap shit turn five to sixth sense's

I know your profile, I'm like a hood human census

Major factor, nigga not a major actor

Deal with major niggaz, fuck major bitches

Who else but the sho god

Open up the book, shit 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 niggaz 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, bitch, fuck the don

You see my lucky charm, my niggaz is on

and I'm a foul nigga bitch, I could fuck you moms

You see I'm banned from the Tunnel, my niggaz is foul

Body shit 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 niggaz up, machete's will split niggaz up

Automatic's will blast, fifth niggaz up

Al Gado, and Sho and this N-O

and if them niggaz got beef, them niggaz 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, shit 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]