| I ain’t no tuff guy I came to party and chill, lookin hard with your grill but
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| hardly as real. |
| I ain’t know tuff guy, I’m just the type to get right try
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| pulling out that knife, fuck around and get sliced
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| You a tough guy? |
| Then I got something for you that you can’t afford, the sword,
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| or the hand of Thor, in the door with the drop on you, Roscoe will waffle you,
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| anything is possible, But I ain’t no tuff guy!
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| Strapped at the park with my kids, cause fake ass rappers wanna park by my crib.
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| I ain’t gunna punch you cause I know you wana shoot me mane, run up in the
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| crib show you everything is Gucci, Mane. |
| I ain’t talking wardrobe,
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| no award show, red carpet with the four blow more so foes seem cause they weak,
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| fiend for the beef, steam cause they scheme Success on the scene or the street
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| Never had a good run they jogging in place, getting tired from seeing me
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| straight hogging they space, You gotta safe with no money it, its like I’m
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| checking the bully — Pushing the big boy with bunnies it. |
| I’m a cunnilingus,
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| that means I’ll lick a pussy and your favorite gangster rappers are victims to
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| me, cut em like Christmas cookies. |
| But you see I’m chilling, Hip-Hop still
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| needs a villain!
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| I ain’t no tuff guy I came to party and chill, lookin hard with your grill but
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| hardly as real. |
| I ain’t know tuff guy, I’m just the type to get right try
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| pulling out that knife, fuck around and get sliced
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| You a tough guy? |
| Then I got something for you that you can’t afford, the sword,
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| or the hand of Thor, in the door with the drop on you, Roscoe will waffle you,
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| anything is possible, But I ain’t no tuff guy!
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| I am more of a peacemaker, cause I know the alley-way that the streets take ya,
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| Beef with biz, we losing for sure, If I am losing my temper that means im
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| losing the tour, Don’t confuse me with war this gun as protection,
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| will stiff a body in seconds, and send a robbery message, and make my poverty
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| lessen until my stock is invested, The Flow is so sick, got my pockets
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| congested. |
| The plot and progression, I’m cocking the Wesson, When they try to
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| set me up like 2PAC in the session, I’m waiting for karma with more armor then
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| gladiators, exchange heat with infra-red, no radiators, I rather be in Spain,
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| Maine or Denmark, when people see the credits and letters the end starts,
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| Friends talk when your not around, no weight but I still got the pound!
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| I ain’t no tuff guy I came to party and chill, lookin hard with your grill but
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| hardly as real. |
| I ain’t know tuff guy, I’m just the type to get right try
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| pulling out that knife, fuck around and get sliced
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| You a tough guy? |
| Then I got something for you that you can’t afford, the sword,
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| or the hand of Thor, in the door with the drop on you, Roscoe will waffle you,
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| anything is possible, But I ain’t no tuff guy!
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| Nawmean, all that gang shit ain’t gangster when your pussy by yourself… |