Nnuff

(feat. Mr. Lee Gee)

Yea, from BK to the world. I've had enough

[Masta Ace]

Now-a-days, the range ain't big enough

Moschino ain't jig enough

I'm kind of iced out

But my chain ain't thick enough

Album ain't hot enough

Label said its not enough, singing in the hook

I need to change my look

My rims ain't big enough, chrome don't shine enough

I shopped Fifth Fab, but I still can't find enough

Iceberg to swerve, don't dress gay enough

No airplay, so I guess I ain't pay enough

Cristale don't floss enough

And I still ain't lost enough

Album barely gold, guess I ain't try enough

Video wasn't fly enough, budget wasn't high enough

And I ain't lie enough, about crack sales and jail

Yall feeling me like braill, well I still got no sales

Must ain't soul enough, cause my heart ain't cold enough

Said I was "Born 2 Roll", but they said I ain't roll enough

Guess I got to brag more, must don't boast enough

Ain't New York enough, ain't west coast enough

But that's fine cause I'm gon' focus on mine

And hoping that two-thousand-nine is enough time

Wrote enough rhymes to be on album number fifty

You'll see how I'm on it, if you hung enough with me

The rap game is a book, and I've read mad chapters

And if you ask me, it ain't enough mad rappers

[Chorus: Mr. Lee Gee]

Somebody, tell me what the deal is *I had enough*

Niggas got to know it's for real

[Masta Ace]

Niggas only rocking them jewels for you to see

Like Ghostface, nigga dont front for me

Enough is enough, we gon' start calling you bluff

Watching your moves, we gon' be, all in your stuff

Fuck around then come through rocking enough ice

Looking nice in high price, niggas is nuff shiest

Guess it ain't enough thugs, enough drugs on the streets

And niggas ain't busting enough slugs

Not enough caucasians, no one stresses

Project girls rock vesses, not dresses

Enough lessons learned, play with fire burn

Enough dough get made, not of it earned

Enough wildin', fuck that yo, enough smilin'

I rep Brooklyn, Manhattan, Staten Island

Queens plus the BX, not enough teks

Not enough cops, killing us all for paychecks

[Chorus]

[Masta Ace]

Enough if this, enough of that, enough crap

Enough wack radio stations set enough rap

And they got the nerve to try to flaunt it

Will my album get enough buzz if there's enough niggas on it

When we get in the house, it's like its haunted

We got you shook, mad niggas from the Brook', look

Enough cats with crack moes and mack hoes

Enough cats with wack flows pack shows

Enough of these, enough of those, it never slows

It just grows, your girl don't wear enough clothes

These no-brainers, are lost entertainers

They found on billboards, greatest sale gainers

Enough beans and Benz, enough fly honies with dime friends

That want to juice you for you ends

It's getting rough, a whole lot of intricate stuff

Mad crime though, like McGruff, enough's enough

[Chorus x4]