DJ Swet, Milano Constantine, N-Wise Allah - Tuffer Than Dice letra de (lyrics)

Ayo, Milano, dime qué pasó… Otro palo
Ten cuidado, beware del veterano
Let it rain on these palomasos
Sin hambre no hay hustle
Still putting it down por si acaso

Yeah, y’all niggas fabricating stories
From these raps I made the glory
"warrior" tattooed on me
Shit, I’m a different category
Pockets filled with chicken cacciatore
Biochemist in the laboratory backup off me

Six feet social distance
Niggas make motion pictures so definitive
Niggas mimic think it’s dope up in it
Chauffeur driven suburban trucks, yeah
Koko B ware y’all niggas birds to us
Wrap you up in Persian rugs

Words are murdеrous, load the ammo
Put up your dough to gamble
Niggas carry sticks, no Roman candles
Soldiеrs’ll blam you
Joe DiMaggio, I’m a legend
You know my status, though
Antidote, bury you niggas up in the catacombs

This Salvatore Ferragamo kid, nigga
My moto is ringside Cus D’Amato shit
Moët bottles in the fridge
Louis the 16th, Coogis in mint green
I gave you slick things
Is Constantine been in the greedy streets

Gun fire like the Middle East
A little yeast that’ll make the bread rise
Colombian necktie, those your best rhymes?
Scrub niggas, Left Eye, Chilli and T-Boz
D’s in a Nissan flew overseas to recharge

Boricua and africano
Super fly bagging y’all hoes
In back off the Tahoe
Pockets filled with cilantro
My shit knock, though
Ultraviolet make the crops grow
Twenty plus in this shit, nigga
Hell of a milestone

Romeo and Julieta, came with a few muñecas
On my block
With some Latin Kings and a few ñetas
Niggas catch up, chain all VVS
My boys selling pill out his crib
Think it’s a CVS

The fiends geeking, yes
Got ‘em scratching like the 1200s
World summit
Sat with OGs and got some pearls from it
My shit raw like "Liquid Sword"
"4th Chamber"
See me fly in some cross trainers
Scientist’s how my thoughts create it

Harlem nights like Richard Pryor
Catch me riding in a hybrid
Mobb Deep’s "Temperature’s Rising"
Infamous keep penning all this thrilling shit
My hill is lite Manhattan Av
Where hustlers and killers live

Ayo, Milano, dime qué pasó… Otro palo
Ten cuidado, beware del veterano
Let it rain on these palomasos
Sin hambre no hay hustle
Still putting it down por si acaso

Ayo, Milano, dime qué pasó… Otro palo
Ten cuidado, beware del veterano
Let it rain on these palomasos
Sin hambre no hay hustle
Still putting it down por si acaso