G-Unit

G-Unit - You So Tough lyrics

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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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