Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rough Enough, artist - Gravediggaz. Album song 6 Feet Under, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 10.04.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: X-Ray
Song language: English
Rough Enough |
| Yo, enough’s enough |
| Yo yo, yo, I’m rough enough |
| Yo check it, yo, ain’t done enough, betta believe dat |
| Yo, can’t help enough, yo what the fuck? |
| Break fool, crack you for robs |
| Unless your crew’s, adding on to the pot, never known to stop |
| I flip the vendetta, scores are armageddon |
| And Armaretta sour, when I posess the power |
| Spend time with my rhyme like I do with my wiz |
| While you brothers locked up, I be teachin ya kids |
| Cripled individuals, with critical errors |
| Grab a hand for the evil, then vert it to right |
| And triple darkness, I got to bring fourth the light |
| Sweat the architecht, and you bound to get crushed |
| Full contact nigga, this ain’t two hand touch |
| Spot the ball, Frukwan ready to brawl |
| One for all, brother try to take what I got |
| Raid my spot, pull with that platinum ball |
| How you feel when your corn hold label your coat |
| I sink your boat, lyrically, I slash your throat |
| For sure, bet you wake up, bang up the tunes |
| For you, the mic is in my twenty one gun salute |
| Got a Lex in my laranex, custom skins |
| Melon trims, honey wanna ride my 20 inch rims |
| It’s the pole chain breaker, the dart freight raider |
| Detonator zero, peep the unsung hero |
| My torch never dim, true indeed |
| Still drop degrees, still a threat like a rare disease |
| Verbal in the black slit, Medina walk it barefoot |
| Leavin' steps of blood for brothers that I love |
| Astrogen, see the el capiten, may ask you when |
| Strip a couple aspirins, track record |
| Rough slaps thrown your writs |
| Brothers swim in kiddie pools while I dive off cliffs |
| The mad ill thinker, the heavy hitter |
| Back splitter, Medina track ripper |
| Attackin' the track quicker |
| When impact react, with the chrome of steel |
| I peels to smoke the fields get ills for real, blaze the track |
| Labeled as a full time ready to pump rhyme sudden |
| I smoke from the oven, rap skill |
| Desert shield crash the wheel |
| You be lucky if I’m list, cause I aim to kill *sirens* (Yo, ahh!) |
| Fuck a road block, never a full stop |
| You wanna cock block, this nigga, your chance is slim |
| From the streets where the heat reach a hundred and ten |
| There we since, rise with the blunts and stunts |
| Fossils drop, are better then the graves of rock |
| Elements and stock, laid do it |
| In disguard, fourty five, put my big black Cuban cigar |
| Shade Allah, mothafuckin' change at the shift |
| For the few line hits that can fuck with this |