Текст песни G-Unit - You So Tough

T.O.S: Terminate on Sight
Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: G-Unit
Альбом: T.O.S: Terminate on Sight
Длительность: 03:47
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[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
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