[Sho of Final Chapter]
Thugged Out Militia- 2001


[Sho]
Now put your cards on the mother$#&@ing table and see whats, what
Give life the dick hard she a !@#%

That will make her feel it in her gut
Then I move to my career
So $#&@ 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 ^!$$%z must be kidding

This lefrak commission, put a ending to your vision
This rap %#@! turn five to sixth sense's
I know your profile, I'm like a hood human census

Major factor, ^!$$% not a major actor
Deal with major ^!$$%z, $#&@ major (*##$es
Who else but the sho god

Open up the book, %#@! 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 ^!$$%z 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, (*##$, $#&@ the don
You see my lucky charm, my ^!$$%z is on

and I'm a foul ^!$$% (*##$, I could $#&@ you moms
You see I'm banned from the Tunnel, my ^!$$%z is foul
Body %#@! 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 ^!$$%z up, machete's will split ^!$$%z up

Automatic's will blast, fifth ^!$$%z up
Al Gado, and Sho and this N-O
and if them ^!$$%z got beef, them ^!$$%z 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, %#@! 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]