You So Tough

Album: T.O.S. (Terminate on Sight) (2008)
  • [Hook: 50 Cent]
    Yeah
    Nigga you so tough
    Tough until your heartbeat stop
    The tre pound pop, your arteries shot
    You bleed into shock, get in the pine box
    Damn you's a hard motherfucker
    You so tough
    Tough until your punk ass hit
    The 4 fifth kick, the Hechler spit
    You in deep shit, oh now your ass sick
    You supposed to be hard motherfucker

    [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
    Bury all your hatin, cuz hatred will bury ya
    Learn not to talk tough talk through your cellular
    Fucked then beef, the president and senator
    There is no peace, youre the prey or the predator
    While you plottin on me, I'm 10 steps ahead of ya
    Black 40 caliber I put a infrared on ya
    Nigga I'm special, you mad cuz ya regular
    Man I don't want your bitch, I damn near remember her
    Refresh my memory, oh yeah I slept with her
    No wonder she ain't mention you when I met with her
    Mind on my cheddar, they'll remember me forever
    The groundwork I put in made my lifestyle better..and better
    I like the fuckin street, bright in the phantom lights
    Montana light, two women in {?} lights, they round the planet twice
    But I don't forget where I come from dum dum dum

    [Hook]

    [Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
    For that china white I lay a nigga mama down
    We can shoot it out like Frank White did in Chinatown
    You know I got that hard white, you know I got that tan n brown
    Automatic tre pound leave a nigga man down
    Murder murder, homicide, real right niggas ride
    Gangstas they never hide, thank God I'm still alive
    My pocket look like theres cracks on me
    My waist look like I got the MAC on me
    These hoes on my dick I got that ass on me
    You a RN: regular nigga that rap homey
    I'm crack homey, I'm dope money
    I wake up and wipe my ass with dope money
    C Back, Maybach, my shit two tone
    Nigga run up on that, your ass a tombstone
    I'm hood like a group home, ghetto like a pay phone
    Jake The Snake I'm low in the hood from em

    [Hook]

    [Verse 3: 50 Cent]
    Yeah I got a knife for a tough nigga, 9 for a hard nigga
    Don't make me empty the chamber
    Even if I'm locked in the cell-block, they fallin' the shell shock
    When I open your head with the banger
    I cause a riot in the yard, make a mess in the mess hall
    I got just blew trial and I ain't got nothin' left
    Whats todays mathematics? shit ain't addin' up
    Get knocked with 10 machine guns only get 12 months
    Ooooh weee, don't talk to me, you talk to him, you talkin' to them
    I got the best lawyers money can buy
    They said they would've got me 10, or maybe 9
    I said "How do you explain how homey breeeze?"
    They said keep ya mouth shut or you eatin' the cheese Writer/s: ANAND BAKSHI, MARVIN N BERNARD, RAHUL DEV BURMAN, CURTIS N JACKSON, CHRISTOPHER CHARLES N LLOYD, Curtis James Jackson, Christopher Charles Lloyd, Marvin Bernard, Rahul Dev Burman
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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