Heltah Skeltah, Ruste Juxx, Buckshot - So Damn Tuff lyrics

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, OG 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 BK to VA
Have my nigga BA bodyslam the DJ
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 fit's
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