Tough Guy

[Intro: Busta Rhymes] Ayo, it's the immaculate conception, Busta-Bus himself And nothin' other than the godfather, spectacular X-to-the-Zizzle That's what the fuck it is, 'nough said Yeah, yeah, yeah I wanna see you motherfuckers put your hands up Stretch, bitch, like you doin' aerobics, motherfucker Yeah [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Thought you was a tough guy? Then I put one right in ya head Now tell me what you think you is now (A top dollar biller, a Rottweiler, a killer Slap the shit out a nigga tryna copy my style) [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] I got cars, many switches, many hoes and many bitches Many bodies that's buried in holes of many ditches Many, many homes, plenty chrome up on my whip Plenty stop for you Make me run up on your block and cock the semi Ready, any nigga front, I hold it steady I cock back, pop the ratchet and spill your spaghetti Properties or blocks, we control 'em Many, many Glocks, know how I kill all your soldiers, Freddy My machete will cut niggas like I ain't really like 'em Then carve a nigga meat deep like I'm killin' a bison Tyson, animal instinct the way I will beat you Got many shots and plenty spots for them bullets to eat you See-through, them holes them bullets'll leave in between you It seems you got left to die slow all up inside the venue [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Thought you was a tough guy? Then I put one right in ya head Now tell me what you think you is now (A top dollar biller, a Rottweiler, a killer Slap the shit out a nigga tryna copy my style) [Verse 2: Xzibit] Orangutangin', slangin', I'm hangin' over the edge I rock two 40 Glocks, I call 'em Barney and Fred I stay hungry like I'm only fed water and bread The king of the castle get at you, screamin' off with ya head Brutal Bust and Mr. X-to-the-Z, we chart climbin' You see my name next to that diamond, it's all timin' Hit you in the stomach with somethin' Your face and feet'll be touchin' I'll have your bones start crackin' and bustin' To my women who be workin' them jeans with fat asses Rich Itala heels, Roberto Cavali glasses Come to my hideout, let me pimp your ride out Hit your backside, tear your spine out and slide out Yeah, 'cause my grind don't quit I'm a walkin' franchise with them extra clips I keep the bankroll thick, do lines so sick That you can cut 'em with a razor blade, sniff the shit, come on [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Thought you was a tough guy? Then I put one right in ya head Now tell me what you think you is now (A top dollar biller, a Rottweiler, a killer Slap the shit out a nigga tryna copy my style) [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] I tell you, no lie Bitch nigga, you gon' die Kill or be killed or get bodied just because you walked by Nigga be still 'fore the trigger go off and a shot fly And the shit'll be ill, if the shot turn your stomach to a pot pie Nigga, we spill a lil liquor for the homie, muhfucka We still'll make a nigga leak blood, 'til he need a refill You tryna be a tough guy, and complicate what I build Somebody don't beat the shit out this muthafucka, we will [Verse 4: Xzibit] Asthmatic, dramatic, fold you like a Kraftmatic Heavy metal press hittin' your chest like a train wreck Command respect, throw it one time for your set on deck Niggas you never forget I set up precedents, homie, you never snitch, hide the evidence Dummies dig ditches, they dyin' for dead presidents The big screen make 'em seem large like an elephant But in real life, they so soft and so delicate [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Thought you was a tough guy? Then I put one right in ya head Now tell me what you think you is now (A top dollar biller, a Rottweiler, a killer Slap the shit out a nigga tryna copy my style)