Tuff Guy lyrics

Artist  : Half-a-mill 
Song : Tuff Guy



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f/ Ali Vegas







(Half-a-Mill) We got alot of guys out there
tryin' to disrespect the



family







(Ali Vegas) what they gon' do with us?
nothin'...







(Half-a-Mill) do you know what we do to guys that
disrespect the family?







(Ali Vegas) We rub 'em out...kill 'em.







(Half-a-Mill) We cut their fuckin' throats....







(Ali Vegas) I feel you...so lets just do it...who
the problem now?







Verse 1: (Half-a-Mill)



Six Million ways to die, which way you want?



spray at players, have 'em runnin' with one gator
on



gunmen come in and kick the doors to your Hummer
in



mafia style, nothin' but sin



you poppin' Cristal



I pop Four-Fifths, pow!!



push your cap back



send your head back to the hood in your
knapsack



mobster traits, Billy the Kid robbed banks



me? I put the scar on Tony Montana's face.







Verse 2: (Ali Vegas)



Aiyo, Half-a-Mill



they got Cat and Will trapped in jail



they found mad concealed crack and steel inside
the Black Deville 



somebody had to squeal



so here the shotty and the hitlist



do what you wanna with the informer just make
sure you body the witness



they call him the Don of luck



we ride around in a army truck armored up



it won't take much to get in his crib, all we
gotta do is put the X on



his duck.







Verse 3: (Half-a-Mill)



Fuck it dun, bomb him up



I already done marked him up 



barked him up, bodies is ready for the garbage
truck



Son, their heart is stuck



they followin' the same path that left their
Fathers fucked



brain blast, bulletproof Five, I spray through
the glass, it's hard to



duck



we mobsters, what



white wine and Lobster shells crushed. 







Verse 4: (Ali Vegas)



The informers name was Rudy the vet



him and his young team of gunslingers palm Uzi's
and Tecks



we could bloody up his Coogi's and sweats



and mail his family a head attached to a Koofi
and specs



Yo Half, lets start a crack war



run in the crib, put the gun to his wig and body
him as he exit the



trapdoor.







Verse 5: (Half-a-Mil)



Son, what the fuck you think I got the MAC
for?



packin' guns that only blow backs off



you know the crack law



who ever broke it their necks are supposed to get
axed off



smoke the culprit



Ali Vegas, close associate



polly with players who hold bricks



I'll probably shoot the whole click



building lobbies filled with bodies and shit. 







Chorus (Ali Vegas) - 



No matter how much you keep it real



you gotta sleep with steel



'cause if your foes don't kill Lord knows your
peoples will



think you a tough guy 'cause you puff lye?



everyday around my way bullets bust by.



(Repeat)







Verse 6: (Ali Vegas)



The young Don 'll drench you



sneak up on you calm and gentle



inside a Lincoln Continental



thing I'm into is beyond your mental



Ali Vegas will hunt for you



send a violent ho to every talent show to make
you uncomfortable 



get approached by Multiples



half of my peers' scarred catchin' a beer charge
for a open brew



snipers scopin' you from out of stairwells



when it comes to my Fam there ain't no fair ones
it's only farewells.







Verse 7: (Half-a-Mill)



Uzi in my hand



two-piece suit with Coogi pants



fuck a hooptie, two seater with my Mira



I'm rollin' weed up



niggas holdin' dough, slowin' me up



I'm'a see him when he go and re-up



he's a wild out cat who supposed to be nuts



and thats what I bust, especially over these
bucks



He's in a Cherokee with Melanie



he don't know she tellin' me every place he ever
be and stay though



sniffin' Yayo 



eyes red like two Tomatoes



hidin' from the FEDS



plus he lied on Lopez



old school cat, used to stick guys on Mopeds



coke head who used to rock Pro Keds



thinkin' he Gotti, he's about to be a body with
no head, cold led



this Man's brains are 'bout to be like
Champaigne, mo' wet



no vest, poiliticin' next to a Gold Lex



cock the oowop



make his squad bounce like Doowop



take it to the heart with a few shots



blazed their cars, turned 'em into two drops when
I blew off the tops



I'm rollin' out but when will this holdin' out
shit stop?



it seems like it never ends 'till a nigga gets
popped



but yo, we still holdin'



nothin' can stop the dollar bill foldings



raw deals will cause your grill to blow in



concealin' dough Men usually get thrown in
Oceans



foldin', Toast to their chin and they roll to the
cement. 







Chorus 2X







(Half-a-Mill) Ask around in the old
neighborhoods....they know about



Half-a-Mill...they know about Ali Vegas...fuck
with the Bulls you get



the horns...