Half-A-Mill - Tuff Guy (feat. Ali Vegas) Lyrics
f/ Ali Vegas(Half-a-Mill) We got alot of guys out there tryin' to disrespect thefamily(Ali Vegas) what they gon' do with us? nothin'...(Half-a-Mill) do you know what we do to guys that disrespect the family?(Ali Vegas) We rub 'em out...kill 'em.(Half-a-Mill) We cut their *****in' throats....(Ali Vegas) I feel you...so lets just do it...who the problem now?Verse 1: (Half-a-Mill)Six Million ways to die, which way you want?spray at players, have 'em runnin' with one gator ongunmen come in and kick the doors to your Hummer inmafia style, nothin' but sinyou poppin' CristalI pop Four-Fifths, pow!!push your cap backsend your head back to the hood in your knapsackmobster traits, Billy the Kid robbed banksme? I put the scar on Tony Montana's face.Verse 2: (Ali Vegas)Aiyo, Half-a-Millthey got Cat and Will trapped in jailthey found mad concealed crack and steel inside the Black Devillesomebody had to squealso here the shotty and the hitlistdo what you wanna with the informer just make sure you body the witnessthey call him the Don of luckwe ride around in a army truck armored upit won't take much to get in his crib, all we gotta do is put the X onhis duck.Verse 3: (Half-a-Mill)***** it dun, bomb him upI already done marked him upbarked him up, bodies is ready for the garbage truckSon, their heart is stuckthey followin' the same path that left their Fathers *****edbrain blast, bulletproof Five, I spray through the glass, it's hard toduckwe mobsters, whatwhite wine and Lobster shells crushed.Verse 4: (Ali Vegas)The informers name was Rudy the vethim and his young team of gunslingers palm Uzi's and Teckswe could bloody up his Coogi's and sweatsand mail his family a head attached to a Koofi and specsYo Half, lets start a crack warrun in the crib, put the gun to his wig and body him as he exit thetrapdoor.Verse 5: (Half-a-Mil)Son, what the ***** you think I got the MAC for?packin' guns that only blow backs offyou know the crack lawwho ever broke it their necks are supposed to get axed offsmoke the culpritAli Vegas, close associatepolly with players who hold bricksI'll probably shoot the whole clickbuilding lobbies filled with bodies and shit.Chorus (Ali Vegas) -No matter how much you keep it realyou gotta sleep with steel'cause if your foes don't kill Lord knows your peoples willthink you a tough guy 'cause you puff lye?everyday around my way bullets bust by.(Repeat)Verse 6: (Ali Vegas)The young Don 'll drench yousneak up on you calm and gentleinside a Lincoln Continentalthing I'm into is beyond your mentalAli Vegas will hunt for yousend a violent ho to every talent show to make you uncomfortableget approached by Multipleshalf of my peers' scarred catchin' a beer charge for a open brewsnipers scopin' you from out of stairwellswhen it comes to my Fam there ain't no fair ones it's only farewells.Verse 7: (Half-a-Mill)Uzi in my handtwo-piece suit with Coogi pants***** a hooptie, two seater with my MiraI'm rollin' weed upniggas holdin' dough, slowin' me upI'm'a see him when he go and re-uphe's a wild out cat who supposed to be nutsand thats what I bust, especially over these bucksHe's in a Cherokee with Melaniehe don't know she tellin' me every place he ever be and stay thoughsniffin' Yayoeyes red like two Tomatoeshidin' from the FEDSplus he lied on Lopezold school cat, used to stick guys on Mopedscoke head who used to rock Pro Kedsthinkin' he Gotti, he's about to be a body with no head, cold ledthis Man's brains are 'bout to be like Champaigne, mo' wetno vest, poiliticin' next to a Gold Lex***** the oowopmake his squad bounce like Doowoptake it to the heart with a few shotsblazed their cars, turned 'em into two drops when I blew off the topsI'm rollin' out but when will this holdin' out shit stop?it seems like it never ends 'till a nigga gets poppedbut yo, we still holdin'nothin' can stop the dollar bill foldingsraw deals will cause your grill to blow inconcealin' dough Men usually get thrown in Oceansfoldin', Toast to their chin and they roll to the cement.Chorus 2X(Half-a-Mill) Ask around in the old neighborhoods....they know aboutHalf-a-Mill...they know about Ali Vegas...***** with the Bulls you getthe horns...
