| Yo, enough’s enough
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| Yo yo, yo, I’m rough enough
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| Yo check it, yo, ain’t done enough, betta believe dat
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| Yo, can’t help enough, yo what the fuck?
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| Break fool, crack you for robs
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| Unless your crew’s, adding on to the pot, never known to stop
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| I flip the vendetta, scores are armageddon
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| And Armaretta sour, when I posess the power
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| Spend time with my rhyme like I do with my wiz
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| While you brothers locked up, I be teachin ya kids
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| Cripled individuals, with critical errors
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| Grab a hand for the evil, then vert it to right
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| And triple darkness, I got to bring fourth the light
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| Sweat the architecht, and you bound to get crushed
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| Full contact nigga, this ain’t two hand touch
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| Spot the ball, Frukwan ready to brawl
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| One for all, brother try to take what I got
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| Raid my spot, pull with that platinum ball
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| How you feel when your corn hold label your coat
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| I sink your boat, lyrically, I slash your throat
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| For sure, bet you wake up, bang up the tunes
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| For you, the mic is in my twenty one gun salute
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| Got a Lex in my laranex, custom skins
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| Melon trims, honey wanna ride my 20 inch rims
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| It’s the pole chain breaker, the dart freight raider
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| Detonator zero, peep the unsung hero
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| My torch never dim, true indeed
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| Still drop degrees, still a threat like a rare disease
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| Verbal in the black slit, Medina walk it barefoot
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| Leavin' steps of blood for brothers that I love
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| Astrogen, see the el capiten, may ask you when
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| Strip a couple aspirins, track record
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| Rough slaps thrown your writs
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| Brothers swim in kiddie pools while I dive off cliffs
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| The mad ill thinker, the heavy hitter
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| Back splitter, Medina track ripper
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| Attackin' the track quicker
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| When impact react, with the chrome of steel
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| I peels to smoke the fields get ills for real, blaze the track
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| Labeled as a full time ready to pump rhyme sudden
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| I smoke from the oven, rap skill
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| Desert shield crash the wheel
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| You be lucky if I’m list, cause I aim to kill *sirens* (Yo, ahh!)
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| Fuck a road block, never a full stop
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| You wanna cock block, this nigga, your chance is slim
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| From the streets where the heat reach a hundred and ten
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| There we since, rise with the blunts and stunts
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| Fossils drop, are better then the graves of rock
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| Elements and stock, laid do it
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| In disguard, fourty five, put my big black Cuban cigar
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| Shade Allah, mothafuckin' change at the shift
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| For the few line hits that can fuck with this |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rough Enough , by - Gravediggaz. Song from the album 6 Feet Under, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп