Crippled Souls Productions - Tough Guys (Radio) lyrics

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Crippled Souls Productions - Tough Guys (Radio) lyrics

[Verse 1: The Bad Seed] Things Fall Apart—n***a, ask The Roots And when sh** get thick, n***as blast and shoot It's Brooknam to the d**h—n***as smash you, duke For your chain and your keys. n***a, pa** the loot It's BK—you'll get shot up. You approach me About fifty n***as got a fourth-of-July style Lit the parking lot up. When it's dark, it's hotter We'll be sparking trauma, whether it's war or drama Get in your elevator, call coroners, start shooting Run in the crib, f** with the floor, start looting My n***as tote deuces that could rip apart Houston Run through n***as at ballot time, deuce-deucing You run these streets, perpetrating like you ruthless Even Eazy-E bigged up. You'll get snuffed Like an abused child, your whole squad get touched Lift the barrel of the burner, get high when it bucks, n***a [Hook 1: The Bad Seed and Pumpkinhead] (x2) You'll get hooked on, jumped off on n***as in the street is weak like soft p**n We triple-X, showing off full graphics Bring your a**es. Tough guys get blasted [Verse 2: Pumpkinhead] I'll hock off for my soldiers, go north for my soldiers Carry cash, getting a** in the loft on a sofa When I hook on, I'll knock your head off your shoulders Jack Daniels, n***a. co*k back the roaster Putting holes in your Testarossa whether you a player Or a thug, you getting plugged like a toaster Y'all thought it was sweet? My fleet hit like Sammy Sosa What I got in my holster folds the center of your body Like a poster. Doing it like we supposed ta Y'all soft p**n cats get it all torn back Since you floss on tracks, think you the boss of rap f** spitting. I cough on tracks where you carjack Brooknam, baby, holding down the fort We're do-or-die [?] we're getting pounds, of course Y'all n***as found the source. Surround clowns with four pounds And give a round applause. Get it down for yours What? [Hook 2: The Bad Seed] (x2) Where my n***as at? Where my borough at? [Verse 3: The Bad Seed and Pumpkinhead] The Bad Seed: We O.B.S. to the d**h Pumpkinhead: Pound your head, take a breath The Bad Seed: Mistake us for weak, catch a hole in your neck Pumpkinhead: When we break out the heat, yo, we'll open your chest The Bad Seed: So hope for the best Pumpkinhead: Now blood soak in your vest Pumpkinhead: We was chosen to rep The Bad Seed: Y'all ain't posing a threat The Bad Seed: You a thug and you pet Pumpkinhead: No hugs and respects Pumpkinhead: Just slugs in your Lex The Bad Seed: With some d** and budgets The Bad Seed: How you God body when the blood [?]? Pumpkinhead: You ain't tough. You're just bent Pumpkinhead: Smoking blunts at a club The Bad Seed: And spent all your rent on the b**h that was friends Pumpkinhead: Yo, I sensed you was tense as I hopped the fence The Bad Seed: And start beating down n***as like I ain't got sense [Hook 1: The Bad Seed and Pumpkinhead] (x2) You'll get hooked on, jumped off on n***as in the street is weak like soft p**n We triple-X, showing off full graphics Bring your a**es. Tough guys get blasted