Tough Guy (Xplicit Album Version) - Xzibit/Busta Rhymes (布斯塔·瑞恩)
Aiyyo it's the immaculate conception Busta Bus himself
And nuttin other than the godfather spectacular X to the Zizzle
That's what the f**k it is 'nuff said
YEAH YEAH YEAH
I wanna see you motherf**kers put your hands up
Stretch b**ch like you doin aerobics motherf**ker
Yeah
Thought you was a tough guy (BOOM )
When I put one right in ya head now tell me what you think you is now
(A top dollar biller a Rottweiler a killer)
(Slap the sh*t out a ni**a tryin to copy my style)
Check it
I got cars (many) switches (many) hoes and (many) b**ches
(Many) huh bodies that's buried in holes of many ditches
(Many many) homes plenty chrome up on my whip
(Plenty) stop for you make me run up on your block and cock the semi
Ready any ni**a front I hold it steady
I (cock) back (pop) the ratchet and spill your spaghetti
HUH Properties or blocks we control 'em
(Many many) glocks know how I kill all your soldiers Freddy
My machete (huh) will cut niggaz like I ain't really like 'em
(Ha ) Then carve a ni**a meat deep like I'm killin a bison
HUH Tyson animal instinct the way I will beat you
Got (many) shots and (plenty) spots for them bullets to eat you
(Ha ) See through (huh) them holes them bullets'll leave in between you
(Ha ) It seems you got left to die slow all up inside the venue
Thought you was a tough guy (BOOM )
When I put one right in ya head now tell me what you think you is now
(A top dollar biller a Rottweiler a killer)
(Slap the sh*t out a ni**a tryin to copy my style)
Yup Yo
Orangutangin slangin I'm hangin over the edge
I rock two 40 glocks I call 'em Barney and Fred
I stay hungry like I'm only fed water and bread
The king of the castle get at you screamin off witcha head
Brutal bustin it's the X to the Z we chart climbin
You see my name next to that diamond it's all timin
Hit you in the stomach with somethin your face and feet'll
Be touchin to have your bones start crackin and bustin
To my women who be workin them jeans with fat asses
Rich Itala heels Roberto Cavali glasses
Come to my hideout let me pimp your ride out
Hit your backside tear your spine out and slide out
(HUHHH ) Yeah cause my grind don't quit
I'm a walkin franchise with them extra clips
I keep the bread roll thick do lines so sick
That you can cut 'em with a razor blade sniff the sh*t c'mon
Thought you was a tough guy (BOOM )
When I put one right in ya head now tell me what you think you is now
(A top dollar biller a Rottweiler a killer)
(Slap the sh*t out a ni**a tryin to copy my style)
Yeah check it
I tell you (no lie) b**ch ni**a you (gon' die - kill or be killed )
Or get bodied just because you (walked by - ni**a be still )
'Fore the trigger go off and a (shot fly) and the sh*t'll be ill
If the shot turn your stomach to a (pot pie) ni**a we spill
A little liquor for the homey muh'f**ka (WE STILL)
'Ll make a ni**a leak blood 'til he need a (REFILL)
You try to be a tough guy and complicate what I build
Somebody don't beat the sh*t out this muh'f**ka (WE WILL )
Asthmatic dramatic fold you like a Kraftmatic
Heavy metal press hittin your chest like a train wreck
Command respect throw it one time for your set on deck
Niggaz you never forget
I set up precedents homey you never snitch hide the evidence
Dummies dig ditches they dyin for dead presidents
The big screen make 'em seem large like an elephant
But in real life they so soft and so delicate
Thought you was a tough guy (BOOM )
When I put one right in ya head now tell me what you think you is now
(A top dollar biller a Rottweiler a killer)
(Slap the sh*t out a ni**a tryin to copy my style)
