Xzibit, Busta Rhymes - Tough Guy lyrics

Ayo, it's the immaculate conception
Busta-Bus himself
And nothin' other than the godfather
Spectacular X-to-the-Zizzle
That's what the fuck it is, 'nough 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?
Then 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
Tryna copy my style)

I got cars, many switches
Many hoes and many bitches
Many 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
Properties or blocks, we control 'em
Many, many Glocks, know how I
Kill all your soldiers, freddy
My machete will cut niggas like
I ain't really like 'em
Then carve a nigga meat deep
Like I'm killin' a bison
Tyson, animal instinct the way
I will beat you
Got many shots and plenty spots for
Them bullets to eat you
See-through, them holes them bullets'll
Leave in between you
It seems you got left to die
Slow all up inside the venue

Thought you was a tough guy?
Then 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
Tryna copy my style)

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 with ya head
Brutal Bust and Mr 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'
I'll 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
Yeah, 'cause my grind don't quit
I'm a walkin' franchise with them extra clips
I keep the bankroll thick, do lines so sick
That you can cut 'em with a
Razor blade, sniff the shit, come on

Thought you was a tough guy?
Then 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
Tryna copy my style)

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 lil liquor for the homie
Muhfucka
We still'll make a nigga leak blood
'til he need a refill
You tryna be a tough guy
And complicate what I build
Somebody don't beat the shit
Out this muthafucka, 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, homie, 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?
Then 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
Tryna copy my style)