Masta Ace - Nnuff lyrics

(feat. Mr. Lee Gee) Yea, from BK to the world. I've had enough [Masta Ace] Now-a-days, the range ain't big enough Moschino ain't jig enough I'm kind of iced out But my chain ain't thick enough Album ain't hot enough Label said its not enough, singing in the hook I need to change my look My rims ain't big enough, chrome don't shine enough I shopped Fifth Fab, but I still can't find enough Iceberg to swerve, don't dress gay enough No airplay, so I guess I ain't pay enough Cristale don't floss enough And I still ain't lost enough Album barely gold, guess I ain't try enough Video wasn't fly enough, budget wasn't high enough And I ain't lie enough, about crack sales and jail Yall feeling me like braill, well I still got no sales Must ain't soul enough, cause my heart ain't cold enough Said I was "Born 2 Roll", but they said I ain't roll enough Guess I got to brag more, must don't boast enough Ain't New York enough, ain't west coast enough But that's fine cause I'm gon' focus on mine And hoping that two-thousand-nine is enough time Wrote enough rhymes to be on album number fifty You'll see how I'm on it, if you hung enough with me The rap game is a book, and I've read mad chapters And if you ask me, it ain't enough mad rappers [Chorus: Mr. Lee Gee] Somebody, tell me what the deal is *I had enough* n***as got to know it's for real [Masta Ace] n***as only rocking them j**els for you to see Like Ghostface, n***a dont front for me Enough is enough, we gon' start calling you bluff Watching your moves, we gon' be, all in your stuff f** around then come through rocking enough ice Looking nice in high price, n***as is nuff shiest Guess it ain't enough thugs, enough d** on the streets And n***as ain't busting enough slugs Not enough caucasians, no one stresses Project girls rock vesses, not dresses Enough lessons learned, play with fire burn Enough dough get made, not of it earned Enough wildin', f** that yo, enough smilin' I rep Brooklyn, Manhattan, Staten Island Queens plus the BX, not enough teks Not enough cops, k**ing us all for paychecks [Chorus] [Masta Ace] Enough if this, enough of that, enough crap Enough wack radio stations set enough rap And they got the nerve to try to flaunt it Will my album get enough buzz if there's enough n***as on it When we get in the house, it's like its haunted We got you shook, mad n***as from the Brook', look Enough cats with crack moes and mack hoes Enough cats with wack flows pack shows Enough of these, enough of those, it never slows It just grows, your girl don't wear enough clothes These no-brainers, are lost entertainers They found on billboards, greatest sale gainers Enough beans and Benz, enough fly honies with dime friends That want to juice you for you ends It's getting rough, a whole lot of intricate stuff Mad crime though, like McGruff, enough's enough [Chorus x4]