Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tussle, artist - Big TuckDate of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tussle |
| I’ma do somethin' bad to ya, cuz you a motherfuckin' ho |
| If I see you at the club in the middle of the flo' |
| I’ma tussle, I’ma tussle |
| We gon' tussle, we gon' tussle |
| We gon' tussle better hope ya got ya niggas with ya |
| Motherfucker better clear a path, I feel the wrath |
| Cuz Tuck and Ro gon' burn ya scalp |
| Ho nigga tried to give me doubt |
| But I keep them snakes like a witches crown |
| It’s about that time, respect my mind, I’m one of a kind |
| Been eyein' dime, fuck a dime |
| These jabs flyin' who threw 'em, mine |
| We gon' keep it crunk, pull out a pump knock out his fronts |
| Nigga my whole team drunk waitin' for the rest of ya crew goin' numb |
| I’m gon' drop a bitch, secuirty ain’t stoppin' this |
| Real niggas get compliments, I’ll drop a rhinoceros |
| See we all about pain, you niggas is lame, we head of the game |
| All my troopers are trained, we searchin' for chains, you hatin' on fame |
| Some of these ugly ass girls in here think they too fly to say what’s up to a |
| nigga |
| I want you to look at that ho an say FUCK YOU (FUCK YOU) |
| FUCK YOU (FUCK YOU) FUCK YOU (FUCK YOU) FUCK YOU (FUCK YOU) |
| Now gut that bitch (GUT THAT BITCH) GUT THAT BITCH (GUT THAT BITCH) |
| GUT THAT BITCH (GUT THAT BITCH) GUT THAT BITCH (GUT THAT BITCH) |
| Uh huh, hold up purple one let oh Tum invade the cut |
| And lean on a nigga like the drank up in my cup |
| Everybody make room I’m bout to cave his chest in |
| And make his eye swell up to where his edge up begin |
| Tum a shit starter, Tum always to blame |
| I ain’t never played sports therefore I don’t play games |
| Better ask these dudes I will rock a nigga ass |
| And if yo chick pop off I’ma slap her monkey ass |
| Straight gangsta-gangstafied that’s how we do it in the dirty |
| Hit a weenie nigga with a combination flurry |
| Left, right, right, left over hand hitter-quitter |
| Make room in this bitch when DSR enter |
| I’m headed straight to the bar to get a bottle bub |
| After that hit V.I.P. and fire up some drugs |
| Tell drubs they didn’t pay the deposit they ain’t goin' up |
| Rappin' is tailored for us, shorty the game I’m sewin' up |
| Tum-Tum and San T, southside and the three |
| Puttin' it down from Tate house all the way to Mississippi |
| All the gangstas in the place, all the hustlers in the place |
| All the thugs in the place put ya hood in his face |
| I ain’t scared of no nigga, I ain’t scared of no bitch |
| I don’t part no squad and I ain’t afraid of no click |
| It’s a million dollar man I get it poppin' in this bitch |
| Better watch what you say before shells I drop around this bitch, straight |
| I’ma skirt around the club till I see this nigga here |
| I’ma rush the bitch nigga hit his head with a beer |
| I ain’t playin' neither, I ain’t playin' neither |
| I’ma swing till there’s blood on my wife beater |
| Put ya dukes up, put ya dukes up |
| You don’t want Tuck’s hook, jab, uppercut |
| Put ya dukes up, put ya dukes up |
| I’m bad news fixin' tear the fuckin' club up |
| Fuck security nigga, fuck security nigga |
| I’m fixin' fire up this Sweet I’ma lure 'em to me |
| Fuck security nigga, fuck security nigga |
| I’m fixin' fire up this Sweet I’ma lure 'em to me |
| Put ya hood in his face, put ya hood in his face |
| If it ain’t your’s put his ass in his place |
| You don’t want it with me, you don’t want it with me |
| You don’t want it with me, you don’t want it with me |