G-Unit You So Tough Lyrics

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[Hook: 50 Cent]
Yeah
***** you so tough
Tough until your heartbeat stop
The tre pound pop, your arteries shot
You bleed into shock, get in the pine box
Damn you's a hard ************
You so tough
Tough until your punk *** hit
The 4 fifth kick, the Hechler spit
You in deep ****, oh now your *** sick
You supposed to be hard ************

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Bury all your hatin, cuz hatred will bury ya
Learn not to talk tough talk through your cellular
****ed then beef, the president and senator
There is no peace, youre the prey or the predator
While you plottin on me, I'm 10 steps ahead of ya
Black 40 caliber I put a infrared on ya
***** I'm special, you mad cuz ya regular
Man I don't want your *****, I damn near remember her
Refresh my memory, oh yeah I slept with her
No wonder she ain't mention you when I met with her
Mind on my cheddar, they'll remember me forever
The groundwork I put in made my lifestyle better..and better
I like the ****in street, bright in the phantom lights
Montana light, two women in {?} lights, they round the planet twice
But I don't forget where I come from dum dum dum

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
For that china white I lay a ***** mama down
We can shoot it out like Frank White did in Chinatown
You know I got that hard white, you know I got that tan n brown
Automatic tre pound leave a ***** man down
Murder murder, homicide, real right *****s ride
Gangstas they never hide, thank God I'm still alive
My pocket look like theres cracks on me
My waist look like I got the MAC on me
These hoes on my **** I got that *** on me
You a RN: regular ***** that rap homey
I'm crack homey, I'm dope money
I wake up and wipe my *** with dope money
C Back, Maybach, my **** two tone
***** run up on that, your *** a tombstone
I'm hood like a group home, ghetto like a pay phone
Jake The Snake I'm low in the hood from em

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
Yeah I got a knife for a tough *****, 9 for a hard *****
Don't make me empty the chamber
Even if I'm locked in the cell-block, they fallin' the shell shock
When I open your head with the banger
I cause a riot in the yard, make a mess in the mess hall
I got just blew trial and I ain't got nothin' left
Whats todays mathematics? **** ain't addin' up
Get knocked with 10 machine guns only get 12 months
Ooooh weee, don't talk to me, you talk to him, you talkin' to them
I got the best lawyers money can buy
They said they would've got me 10, or maybe 9
I said "How do you explain how homey breeeze?"
They said keep ya mouth shut or you eatin' the cheese

Written by: Anand Bakshi, Marvin N Bernard, Rahul Dev Burman, Curtis N Jackson, Christopher Charles N Lloyd
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group

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