You So Tough Lyrics - T.o.s.: Terminate On Sight - G-unit

[Hook: 50 Cent] 

Yeah 

Nigga 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 motherfucker 

You so tough 

Tough until your punk ass hit 

The 4 fifth kick, the Hechler spit 

You in deep shit, oh now your ass sick 

You supposed to be hard motherfucker 

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[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] 

Bury all your hatin, cuz hatred will bury ya 

Learn not to talk tough talk through your cellular 

Fucked 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 

Nigga I'm special, you mad cuz ya regular 

Man I don't want your bitch, 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 fuckin 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] 

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[Verse 2: Tony Yayo] 

For that china white I lay a nigga 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 nigga man down 

Murder murder, homicide, real right niggas 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 dick I got that ass on me 

You a RN: regular nigga that rap homey 

I'm crack homey, I'm dope money 

I wake up and wipe my ass with dope money 

C Back, Maybach, my shit two tone 

Nigga run up on that, your ass 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 nigga, 9 for a hard nigga 

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? shit 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