Album Name

Weapons Of Mass Destruction

Artist

Xzibit

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2004.12.14

Release Agency

SONY BMG

Xzibit - Tough Guy
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 niggaz
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
Niggaz 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)