Tough Guy Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Em]Aiyyo it's the immaculate
conception Busta Bus himself
And nuttin other than the godfather,
spectacular X to the Zizzle

[Verse 2]
That's what the [Em]fuck it is, 'nuff said

[Verse 3]
[B]YEAH! [Em]YEAH! [B]YEAH!
[Em]I wanna see you motherfuckers
put your hands up

[Verse 4]
[B]Stretch bitch like you doin
aerobics motherfucker
[Em]Yeah!
[B]Thought you was [G]a tough [Em]guy? (BOOM!) When [B]I put one right [Em]in ya head,
[B]now tell me what [Em]you think you is now
(A top dollar
biller, a Rottweiler, a killer)
(Slap the shit out a nigga tryin
to copy my style)

[Verse 5]
Check it I [Em]got
cars (many) switches [B](many) hoes
and (many) bitches
[Em](Many) huh, bodies that's buried in holes
of many ditches
(Many, many) homes,
plenty [B]chrome up on my whip
(Plenty) stop for you make me run up on
your block and cock the semi
[Em]Ready, any, nigg[B]a front I hold it steady
I (cock) back [Em](pop) the ratchet
and spill your spaghetti
HUH! Properties or [B]blocks,
we control [Em]'em
(Many, many) glocks know how I
kill all your soldiers Freddy
My machete [B](huh) will cut niggaz like
I ain't really like 'em
(Ha!) Then carve a nigga meat
deep [Em]like I'm killin a bison

[Verse 6]
HUH! Tyson,
animal [B]instinct the way I will beat you
Got (many) shots and [Em](plenty) spots
for them bullets to eat you
(Ha!) See [G]through (huh) them holes [B]them
bullets'll leave in between you
(Ha!) It seems you,
got left [Em]to die slow all up inside [B]the venue[Em]
[B]Yup! [Em]Yo
Orangutangin slangin, I'm
[B]hangin over the edge
I [Em]rock two 40 glocks, I call
'em Barney and Fred
I stay hungry like [G]I'm only
fed [B]water and bread
The king of the castle [Em]get at
you, screamin off witcha head
Brutal bustin, it's the [G]X to the Z,
[B]we chart climbin
[Em]You see my name [B]next to that dia[Em]mond,
it's all timin
Hit you in the stomach,
with somethin your face and feet'll
be touchin to have your bones
start crackin and bustin
To my women who be workin
them [B]jeans with fat asses
Rich Itala heels,
Rober[Em]to Cavali glasses
Come to [G]my hideout,
[B]let me pimp your ride out

[Verse 7]
[Em]Hit your backside,
tear your [B]spine out and slide out
[Em](HUHHH!) Yeah,
cause my [B]grind don't quit
I'm [Em]a walkin franchise with
them extra clips
I keep the bread roll thick,
do [B]lines so sick
that you can [Em]cut 'em with a [B]razor blade,
[Em]sniff the shit, c'mon
[B]

[Verse 8]
[Em]Yeah,[B][Em]
check it
I tell you (no lie) bitch nigga [B]you
(gon' die - kill or be [Em]killed!)
Or get bodied just because you (walked by
- nigga be still!)

[Verse 9]
'Fore the trigger go off and [B]a
(shot fly) and the shit'll be [Em]ill
If the shot turn your stomach
to a (pot pie) nigga we spill
A little liquor for [B]the homey
[Em]muh'fucka (WE STILL)
'll [B]make a nigga leak [Em]blood,
'til he need [B]a (REFILL)
You [Em]try to be a tough [B]guy,
and complicate what I [Em]build
Somebody [B]don't beat the shit out [Em]this
muh'fucka (WE WILL!)

[Verse 10]
[B]Asthmatic, dramatic,
fold you like [Em]a Kraftmatic
Heavy metal press hittin [G]your chest
like a [Em]train wreck
Command respect,
[B]throw it one [Em]time for your set on deck
Niggaz you never forget
I set up precedents, homey you never [B]snitch,
hide the evidence
[Em]Dummies dig [B]ditches,
they [Em]dy in for dead presidents
The big screen make 'em seem
[B]large like an elephant
[Em]But in real life [B]they [Em]so soft and so

[Outro 1]
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