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lirik lagu tough guy – xzibit

(feat. busta rhymes)

[busta rhymes]
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-ck it is, ’nuff said

yeah! yeah! yeah!
i wanna see you motherf-ckers put your hands up
stretch b-tch like you doin aerobics motherf-cker

[chorus: busta rhymes]
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 n-gg- tryin to copy my style)

[busta rhymes]
check it
i got cars (many) switches (many) hoes and (many) b-tches
(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 c-ck the semi
ready, any, n-gg- front i hold it steady
i (c-ck) 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 n-gg-z like i ain’t really like ’em
(ha!) then carve a n-gg- 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


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 -sses
rich itala heels, roberto cavali gl-sses
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


[busta rhymes]
yeah, check it
i tell you (no lie) b-tch n-gg- you (gon’ die – kill or be killed!)
or get bodied just because you (walked by – n-gg- 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) n-gg- we spill
a little liquor for the homey muh’f-cka (we still)
‘ll make a n-gg- 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-cka (we will!)

asthmatic, dramatic, fold you like a kraftmatic
heavy metal press h-ttin your chest like a train wreck
command respect, throw it one time for your set on deck
n-gg-z 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


- kumpulan lirik lagu xzibit