So Damn Tuff

[Kurtis Blow "Tough" sample]

TOUGH! [x7]

So why has it got to be so damn TOUGH!

[Sean Price:]

Yo, it's the left jab

That have 'em fucked up like a crystal meth lab

Nigga it's the right cross

That'll rattle your brain and drain your life force

Do a lotta things for the chain with the ice cross

Checking papi down the corner, brick and the white soft

That shit wack, gyro meat with the white sauce

I spit pyro, heat all my life, boss

I'm into large cars and hard denim

Ya'll niggas fraud and your dodge, slobbing on large women

I did a small stint in a large prison

Came home rapping, saying it was all God given

Sean is risen, came up the hard way

Mother blasted in Blake, that's what the God's day

Sing a sad song, like Sade

I will each ya food, like you sucker for entree, P.!

[Chorus: Buckshot]

You ain't gotta like it, all you gotta do is get low

When the fifth blow

It don't matter if your bladder's all scattered

On the side of the road, you decided to flow

You be like, I hope these muthafuckas bulletproof

If not, I'm show 'em what these bullets do

Cause, the mack spraying, saying nigga what?

[sample: Kurtis Blow] "So why has it got to be so damn TOUGH! "

[Ruste Juxx:]

I came to the game a vet, O.G. on the set

Hella choppers on deck, why G's in check

Like a Mossberg round when I'm bringing that sound

You muthafuckas now rocking with the king of the crown

I ain't running, I'm gunning with my latin ratcheto

For bricks of that pure pedrico, ask Rico

Faggot niggas talking bout I'm hating on the south

Cause I'm hating all that wack shit niggas be putting out

Bitch bullshit is bullshit from B.K. to V.A.

Have my nigga B.A. bodyslam the D.J.

Magnum's striking like the wrath of God

Heltah Skeltah, crash through the math, I'm hard

You know who you Rucking with, y'all niggas can't Rock

Got runningback bullets that ya'll vest can't block

Niggas buzzing the hood, screaming Juxx shit is rough

[sample: Kurtis Blow] "So why has it got to be so damn TOUGH! "

[Chorus:]

You ain't gotta like it, all you gotta do is get low

When the fifth blow

It don't matter if your bladder's all scattered

On the side of the road, you decided to flow

You be like, I hope these muthafuckas bulletproof

If not, I'm show 'em what these bullets do

Cause, the mack spraying, saying nigga what?

[sample: Kurtis Blow] "So why has it got to be so damn TOUGH! "

[Rock:]

It's Mr. Monster Mad Rocko

Oscar the Grouch, hop up out the garbage can and pop toast

Reincarnate your ass with the rugers

Michael J. Fox clap ya stupid ass 'back to the future'

You ahead of your time, huh, huh? Watch how you talking

To grown folks, I don't throw fits, I throw folks

You had no idea the dirt I do, you summamabitches

I call a cab and throw you in front of it, I ain't old school

But I'm big Rock, I hit you in the head with the big block

And pop it, you gon' stop and drop

Niggas bad, rookie, the guns bust and boogie

You don't move, nigga fill you with heat, in the street

Doing the tweak, wheezing and freezing wishing you could scream

Why his last episode, eat a nigga cheese

I am past eskimo, cooler than a breeze

Cold meal, they cold still, and make you stupid niggas freeze

[Chorus:]

You ain't gotta like it, all you gotta do is get low

When the fifth blow

It don't matter if your bladder's all scattered

On the side of the road, you decided to flow

You be like, I hope these muthafuckas bulletproof

If not, I'm show 'em what these bullets do

Cause, the mack spraying, saying nigga what?