Busta Rhymes - Tough Guy lyrics

Aiyyo it's the immaculate conception
Busta Bus himself
And nuttin other than the godfather
Spectacular X to the Zizzle
That's what the fuck it is, 'nuff said

Yeah! yeah! yeah!
I wanna see you motherfuckers
Put your hands up stretch bitch like you
Doin aerobics motherfucker yeah!

Thought you was a tough guy? BOOM!
When I put one right in ya head
Now tell me what you think you is now
(A top dollar biller, a Rottweiler, a killer)
(Slap the shit out a nigga
Tryin to copy my style)

Check it i got cars
(many) switches (many) hoes
And (many) bitches (Many) huh
Bodies that's buried in holes of many ditches
(Many, many) homes
Plenty chrome up on my whip
(Plenty) stop for you make me run up
On your block and cock the semi
Ready, any, nigga front I hold it steady
I (cock) back (pop) the ratchet and spill your spaghetti
HUH! Properties or blocks, we control 'em
(Many, many) Glocks know how I
Kill all your soldiers Freddy my machete
(huh) will cut niggas like I
Ain't really like 'em
(Ha) Then carve a nigga meat deep
Like I'm killin a bison hUH! Tyson
Animal instinct the way I will beat you
Got (many) shots and (plenty) spots for them bullets to eat you
(Ha) See through (huh) them holes them
Bullets'll leave in between you
(Ha) It seems you
Got left to die slow all up inside the venue

Thought you was a tough guy? BOOM!
When I put one right in ya head
Now tell me what you think you is now
(A top dollar biller, a Rottweiler, a killer)
(Slap the shit out a nigga
Tryin to copy my style)

Yup! Yo orangutangin slangin
I'm hangin over the edge
I rock two 40 Glocks
I call 'em Barney and Fred
I stay hungry like I'm only
Fed water and bread
The king of the castle get at you
Screamin off witcha head
Brutal bustin, it's the X to the Z
We chart climbin
You see my name next to that diamond
It's all timin hit you in the stomach
With somethin your face and feet'll
Be touchin to have your bones
Start crackin and bustin
To my women who be workin
Them jeans with fat asses
Rich Itala heels, Roberto Cavali glasses
Come to my hideout, let me pimp your ride out
Hit your backside
Tear your spine out and slide out
(HUHHH) yeah, cause my grind don't quit
I'm a walkin franchise with them extra clips
I keep the bread roll thick, do lines so sick
That you can cut 'em with a
Razor blade, sniff the shit, c'mon

Thought you was a tough guy? BOOM!
When I put one right in ya head
Now tell me what you think you is now
(A top dollar biller, a Rottweiler, a killer)
(Slap the shit out a nigga
Tryin to copy my style)

Yeah, check it i tell you
(no lie) bitch nigga you (gon' die
- kill or be killed)
Or get bodied just because you
(walked by - nigga be still)
'Fore the trigger go off and a
(shot fly) and the shit'll be ill
If the shot turn your stomach to a
(pot pie) nigga we spill
A little liquor for the homey muh'fucka
(WE STILL)
'll make a nigga leak blood, 'til he need a
(REFILL) you try to be a tough guy
And complicate what I build
Somebody don't beat the shit
Out this muh'fucka (WE WILL)

Asthmatic, dramatic
Fold you like a Kraftmatic
Heavy metal press hittin your chest
Like a train wreck command respect
Throw it one time for your set on deck
Niggas you never forget
I set up precedents, homey you never snitch
Hide the evidence dummies dig ditches
They dyin for dead presidents
The big screen make 'em seem
Large like an elephant
But in real life they so soft and so delicate

Thought you was a tough guy? BOOM!
When I put one right in ya head
Now tell me what you think you is now
(A top dollar biller, a Rottweiler, a killer)
(Slap the shit out a nigga
Tryin to copy my style)