G-Unit - You So Tough paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson You So Tough - G-Unit



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 Heckler spit
You in deep shit, oh now your ass sick
You supposed to be hard motherfucker
Bury all your hatin? cause hatred will bury ya
Learn not to talk tough talk through your cellular
Fucked, then beef, the president and senator
There is no peace, you? re 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? cause 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 and my hand is ice
They? round the planet twice
But I don't forget where I come from dum, dum
Nigga [Incomprehensible] tonight
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 Heckler spit
You in deep shit, oh now your ass sick
You supposed to be hard motherfucker
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 there? s 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 homie
I'm crack homey, I'm dope money
I wake up and wipe my ass with coke 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
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 Heckler spit
You in deep shit, oh now your ass sick
You supposed to be hard motherfucker
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
Like I got just blew trial and I ain't got nothin' left
What? s today? s mathematics? Shit ain't addin' up
Get knocked with 10 machine guns, only get 12 months
Ooh wee, 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 homie breeze?
They said keep ya mouth shut or you eatin' the cheese
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 Heckler spit
You in deep shit, oh now your ass sick
You supposed to be hard motherfucker
You so tough



Writer(s): Jackson Curtis James, Lloyd Christopher Charles, Bakshi Anand, Burman Rahul Dev, Bernard Marvin


G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight)
Album T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight)
date de sortie
01-01-2008




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