Xzibit - Tough Guy Lyrics
(feat. Busta Rhymes)[Busta Rhymes]Aiyyo it's the immaculate conception Busta Bus himselfAnd nuttin other than the godfather, spectacular X to the ZizzleThat's what the ***** it is, 'nuff saidYEAH! YEAH! YEAH!I wanna see you mother*****ers put your hands upStretch ***** like you doin aerobics mother*****erYeah![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 shit out a nigga tryin to copy my style)[Busta Rhymes]Check itI got cars (many) switches (many) hoes and (many) *****es(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 ***** the semiReady, any, nigga front I hold it steadyI (*****) back (pop) the ratchet and spill your spaghettiHUH! Properties or blocks, we control 'em(Many, many) glocks know how I kill all your soldiers FreddyMy machete (huh) will cut niggaz like I ain't really like 'em(Ha!) Then carve a nigga meat deep like I'm killin a bisonHUH! Tyson, animal instinct the way I will beat youGot (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[Chorus][Xzibit]Yup! YoOrangutangin slangin, I'm hangin over the edgeI rock two 40 glocks, I call 'em Barney and FredI stay hungry like I'm only fed water and breadThe king of the castle get at you, screamin off witcha headBrutal bustin, it's the X to the Z, we chart climbinYou see my name next to that diamond, it's all timinHit you in the stomach, with somethin your face and feet'llbe touchin to have your bones start crackin and bustinTo my women who be workin them jeans with fat assesRich Itala heels, Roberto Cavali glassesCome to my hideout, let me pimp your ride outHit your backside, tear your spine out and slide out(HUHHH!) Yeah, cause my grind don't quitI'm a walkin franchise with them extra clipsI keep the bread roll thick, do lines so sickthat you can cut 'em with a razor blade, sniff the shit, c'mon[Chorus][Busta Rhymes]Yeah, check itI tell you (no lie) ***** nigga you (gon' die - kill or be killed!)Or get bodied just because you (walked by - nigga be still!)'Fore the trigger go off and a (shot fly) and the shit'll be illIf the shot turn your stomach to a (pot pie) nigga we spillA little liquor for the homey muh'*****a (WE STILL)'ll make a nigga leak blood, 'til he need a (REFILL)You try to be a tough guy, and complicate what I buildSomebody don't beat the shit out this muh'*****a (WE WILL!)[Xzibit]Asthmatic, dramatic, fold you like a KraftmaticHeavy metal press hittin your chest like a train wreckCommand respect, throw it one time for your set on deckNiggaz you never forgetI set up precedents, homey you never snitch, hide the evidenceDummies dig ditches, they dyin for dead presidentsThe big screen make 'em seem large like an elephantBut in real life they so soft and so delicate[Chorus]
