TOUGH (Intro) (feat. Jae.P, Young Moeses & Phat Majik)

Man this shit tough Tougher than tough Tougher than tough Man this shit tough Tougher than tough Tougher than tough Two door coupe tough Tougher than tough Tougher than tough Man this shit tough Get tougher than tough Get tougher than tough The streets they get tough Tougher than tough Tougher than tough Man that shit tough Tougher than tough Tougher than Having this money is tough Tougher than tough Tougher than tough Man that shit tough Man that shit tough Man that shit tough Ooh I am the one with the hoes at the lair Can you not feel all this hate in the air Breathe in breathe out We live off despair But I'm tougher than claws on the paws of a bear So I'm making it count anytime anywhere The vibes coming through And she shaped like a pear Gas in the air Cash on the table We coming prepared Shit getting tougher than tough Pass all the bucks Two tone my link and my chain match the truck I'm so conceited Rapping no singing Pull out a knot Got her wanting cunilingus F*ck a jabroni I tell em to bring it Lay his ass down on the pavement for preachers Saint Label Giving em hell Young Moeses and Majik gone leave yo bitch leaking Came up out the dirt I'm tough as f*ck Big Worm I don't give a f*ck I need two hundred bucks Smoking gas Yeah that Zaza I be turning up Yo bitch she bad If she look at me I'm trying to f*ck I know what it is I know what it ain't Imma stack it up and take it to bank Big Black Imma break the bank That's like Kit Kats Choppa wanna sound this bitch Kick back Imma keep popping my shit I rolled a spliff I want that bag and I get it in zips I want that bag I get it and flip Whatchutellemfoo That's tough I got them ones Throw em up Yeah nigga so one of one Yeah niggas not one of us I'm from the bottom where niggas be scraping a bowl For a dollar Young nigga talk to his momma He say that I got you tomorrow What you know bout check to check I told my brother its up He put his neck on the line Flood in And I be fucking them dimes But I just sleep with the nine Honest Real shooting star But I'm never dodging comets Ran in his trap house Throw yo hands up Bet not vomit Run this shit up All these bitches keep calling my line And they f*ck at the drop of a dime Plus these diamonds keep shining My nigga keep grinding This shit so tough They need a brand new assignment How many times I had come be they stylist Too much drip Money fountain just keep rising The massacre Every time I get to popping Don't pop with me boy This shit hot like wasabi Suck on my dick fill her up with the rocket Too many pockets Fill em up with exotic Too many notches Keep on breaking my watches But it's my time it's gone be hard to knock it