tough guy

[Haystak:]

I see some bullshit blow up, and some hot shit flop

I'm not movin rocks, but I got the ziplock

Move to the top, with that pot and lock

Cool with the dude, got the box on lock

And I'm not goin flop, till I reach the top

I make songs, like it's movin the block

I ain't finna chill out, till I see the cops

Gonna have you pissed off, like I killed a cop

Ain't these other guys, with they bubblegum rap

This goin sell out in Target, Walmart and the Gap

See me in a comertial, better believe I'm strapped

Cause they rough and ruggid, and that's the new south

I'm the white boy that everyones asking about

I could ghostwrite for you, wear a mask in your house

Give you 16 for a G a piece

You could fuck up, and get 16 for free

You ain't a tough guy, fuckin with them hoes

I got the ones, you see in the videos

The watches, the bracelets, the necklaces

The Bentleys, the Benzes, the Lexisses

[Bun B:]

Man, I been doin this rap thing, for longer than you wanted to

Runnin through the dirty south, doin what I wanna do

Ask any old G, they know where I been

Jump in my slab, then get up to ten

Louisiana, Alabama, Jorja, everything in between

Florida, to Carolina, I ain't new to this

Oklahoma, Virginia, tennessee, and so on

Every state I enter, I get my flow on

Now it's 2003, and I'm still standin

Better than I ever did, and I always got my hand in

Life was a struggle for us, behind the scenes plannin

Gotta give the people what the fuck they been demandin

So we bring the trill, straight from the gut

Then hit a nigga hard, like it came from the nut

They feel it in they body, from they head to they toes

Made a million dollar video, had to get hoes

[Haystak:]

You ain't a tough guy, fuckin with them hoes

I got the ones, you see in the videos

The watches, the bracelets, the necklaces

The Bentleys, the Benzes, the Lexisses

I might not pray to the same god as you

Bet your ass, I work as hard as you

Let it be known, I done payed a lot of dews

Did a lot of shit, I done even want to do

A lot of interviews with faggs I don't even want to talk to

Promoted in nabourhoods only a fool would walk through

My people, it was all for you

Never miss an opertoonity to talk to you

And to further express our points of view

I'm in the studio, writing new joints for you

The CWB is fake, you can relate

How can you be a wigger, when you were that way when you were eight

I feel the hate, bubblin inside of you

And you love me, cause that's inside of you

Run for cover, motherfucker, that's what I would do

Never make another record, if I were you

You ain't a tough guy, fuckin with them hoes

I got the ones, you see in the videos

The watches, the bracelets, the necklaces

The Bentleys, the Benzes, the Lexisses