tough so why has it got to be so damn tough yo it s the left jab that have em fucked up like a crystal meth lab nigga it s the right cross that ll rattle your brain and drain your life force do a lotta things for the chain with the ice cross checking papi down the corner brick and the white soft that shit wack gyro meat with the white sauce i spit pyro heat all my life boss i m into large cars and hard denim ya ll niggas fraud and your dodge slobbing on large women i did a small stint in a large prison came home rapping saying it was all god given sean is risen came up the hard way mother gaston and blake that s where the god stay sing a sad song like sade i will each ya food like this fucker with andre p you ain t gotta like it all you gotta do is get low when the fifth blow it don t matter if your bladder s all scattered on the side of the road you decided to flow you be like i hope these muthafuckas bulletproof if not i m show em what these bullets do cuz the mack spraying saying nigga what so why has it got to be so damn tough kurtis blow sample i came to the game a vet o g on the set hella choppers on deck why g s in check like a mossberg round when i m bringing that sound you muthafuckas now rocking with the king of the crown i ain t running i m gunning with my latin ratcheto for bricks of that pure pedrico ask rico faggot niggas talking bout i m hating on the south cuz i m hating all that wack shit niggas be putting out bitch bullshit is bullshit from b k to v a have my nigga b a bodyslam the d j magnum s striking like the wrath of god heltah skeltah crash through the math i m hard you know who you rucking with y all niggas can t rock got runningback bullets that ya ll vest can t block niggas buzzing the hood screaming juxx shit is rough so why has it got to be so damn tough kurtis blow sample  it s mr monster mad rocko oscar the grouch hop up out the garbage can and pop toast reincarnate your ass with the rugers michael j fox clap ya stupid ass back to the future you ahead of your time huh huh watch how you talking to grown folks i don t throw fits i throw folks you had no idea the dirt i do you summamabitches i call a cab and throw you in front of it i ain t old school but i m big rock i hit you in the head with a big glock and pop it you gon stop and drop niggas bad rookie the guns bust and boogie you don t move nigga fill you with heat in the street doing the tweak wheezing and freezing wishing you could scream wire s last episode you the nigga cheese i am past eskimo cooler than a breeze cold meal they cold still and make you stupid niggas freeze 