Queen Latifah, Freddie Foxxx - So Tough (Easy’s Mo Tough mix) lyrics
[Queen Latifah, Freddie Foxxx - So Tough Easy’s Mo Tough mix lyrics]
It's all around us everywhere we
Look you see it everyday
My brotherman's smile is upside down
Going the wrong way
I dig deep and try to search for the cause
Is the answer in the nine
Milli stuck in my drawers
Or is it coincidence the projects
Is full of blacks
And when you're black and trying to
Get ahead they pull you back
We went from African kings
To Martin Luther King
Now they wanna make us all Rodney King
So they conspire to murder for hire
Is the world just a big cup of
Water trying to douse the black fire
Is it because I'm the man that
You brought to this land
And rose above being labelled as a field head
I made hustle a trade in the ninth grade
Figured out a way to get
Paid before I got laid
But either way I got my hands in a cuff
I got my grill guarded and I
Knuckle up cause it's real tough
How can I find who's the real divine
When everytime I take a book and take a
Look my strong mind sees a new sign
My black woman degrades me
So I grab the clothes, get the gun
Kiss the kid and I get swayze
Should I think about the baby
At home and go back
Or should I just say 'fuck
It' and leave it alone
I'm on the road like Billy
Jack never looking back
With the fat mack eleven in the backpack
Will another man take my place and
Have my child screaming daddy
Looking all in his face
Or do I turn around and make it up
Or do I let my pride take
Control and make it real tough
Who do I follow and who do I lead
Do they really wanna help me
Or is it just greed
Is everybody all for self to get wealth
The street wanna dust me off and
Throw me on the shelves
Is he my man or is he trying to play me
Or is he some hitman, somebody sent to lay me
Can I turn a young black boy into a man
Can I kick a rhyme and
Spread knowledge to a fan
Or do I gotta play the role just to be like
Like a whole lotta suckers I
Know that get the mic
Do I let a label change
Me to something I'm not
And make records that cold
Flop whenever they drop
Who do I blame if I'm not in succes
Do I blame it on my pops that left
When I was feeding on my momma's breast
Or do I blame it on society
With all this black-white stuff
Man this shit is real tough
Look you see it everyday
My brotherman's smile is upside down
Going the wrong way
I dig deep and try to search for the cause
Is the answer in the nine
Milli stuck in my drawers
Or is it coincidence the projects
Is full of blacks
And when you're black and trying to
Get ahead they pull you back
We went from African kings
To Martin Luther King
Now they wanna make us all Rodney King
So they conspire to murder for hire
Is the world just a big cup of
Water trying to douse the black fire
Is it because I'm the man that
You brought to this land
And rose above being labelled as a field head
I made hustle a trade in the ninth grade
Figured out a way to get
Paid before I got laid
But either way I got my hands in a cuff
I got my grill guarded and I
Knuckle up cause it's real tough
How can I find who's the real divine
When everytime I take a book and take a
Look my strong mind sees a new sign
My black woman degrades me
So I grab the clothes, get the gun
Kiss the kid and I get swayze
Should I think about the baby
At home and go back
Or should I just say 'fuck
It' and leave it alone
I'm on the road like Billy
Jack never looking back
With the fat mack eleven in the backpack
Will another man take my place and
Have my child screaming daddy
Looking all in his face
Or do I turn around and make it up
Or do I let my pride take
Control and make it real tough
Who do I follow and who do I lead
Do they really wanna help me
Or is it just greed
Is everybody all for self to get wealth
The street wanna dust me off and
Throw me on the shelves
Is he my man or is he trying to play me
Or is he some hitman, somebody sent to lay me
Can I turn a young black boy into a man
Can I kick a rhyme and
Spread knowledge to a fan
Or do I gotta play the role just to be like
Like a whole lotta suckers I
Know that get the mic
Do I let a label change
Me to something I'm not
And make records that cold
Flop whenever they drop
Who do I blame if I'm not in succes
Do I blame it on my pops that left
When I was feeding on my momma's breast
Or do I blame it on society
With all this black-white stuff
Man this shit is real tough