Tuff Guy

(Half-a-Mill) We got alot of guys out there tryin` to disrespect the<br>family<br><br>(Ali Vegas) what they gon` do with us? nothin`...<br><br>(Half-a-Mill) do you know what we do to guys that disrespect the family?<br><br>(Ali Vegas) We rub `em out...kill `em.<br><br>(Half-a-Mill) We cut their fuckin` throats....<br><br>(Ali Vegas) I feel you...so lets just do it...who the problem now?<br><br>Verse 1: (Half-a-Mill)<br>Six Million ways to die, which way you want?<br>spray at players, have `em runnin` with one gator on<br>gunmen come in and kick the doors to your Hummer in<br>mafia style, nothin` but sin<br>you poppin` Cristal<br>I pop Four-Fifths, pow!!<br>push your cap back<br>send your head back to the hood in your knapsack<br>mobster traits, Billy the Kid robbed banks<br>me? I put the scar on Tony Montana`s face.<br><br>Verse 2: (Ali Vegas)<br>Aiyo, Half-a-Mill<br>they got Cat and Will trapped in jail<br>they found mad concealed crack and steel inside the Black Deville <br>somebody had to squeal<br>so here the shotty and the hitlist<br>do what you wanna with the informer just make sure you body the witness<br>they call him the Don of luck<br>we ride around in a army truck armored up<br>it won`t take much to get in his crib, all we gotta do is put the X on<br>his duck.<br><br>Verse 3: (Half-a-Mill)<br>Fuck it dun, bomb him up<br>I already done marked him up <br>barked him up, bodies is ready for the garbage truck<br>Son, their heart is stuck<br>they followin` the same path that left their Fathers fucked<br>brain blast, bulletproof Five, I spray through the glass, it`s hard to<br>duck<br>we mobsters, what<br>white wine and Lobster shells crushed. <br><br>Verse 4: (Ali Vegas)<br>The informers name was Rudy the vet<br>him and his young team of gunslingers palm Uzi`s and Tecks<br>we could bloody up his Coogi`s and sweats<br>and mail his family a head attached to a Koofi and specs<br>Yo Half, lets start a crack war<br>run in the crib, put the gun to his wig and body him as he exit the<br>trapdoor.<br><br>Verse 5: (Half-a-Mil)<br>Son, what the fuck you think I got the MAC for?<br>packin` guns that only blow backs off<br>you know the crack law<br>who ever broke it their necks are supposed to get axed off<br>smoke the culprit<br>Ali Vegas, close associate<br>polly with players who hold bricks<br>I`ll probably shoot the whole click<br>building lobbies filled with bodies and shit. <br><br>Chorus (Ali Vegas) - <br>No matter how much you keep it real<br>you gotta sleep with steel<br>`cause if your foes don`t kill Lord knows your peoples will<br>think you a tough guy `cause you puff lye?<br>everyday around my way bullets bust by.<br>(Repeat)<br><br>Verse 6: (Ali Vegas)<br>The young Don `ll drench you<br>sneak up on you calm and gentle<br>inside a Lincoln Continental<br>thing I`m into is beyond your mental<br>Ali Vegas will hunt for you<br>send a violent ho to every talent show to make you uncomfortable <br>get approached by Multiples<br>half of my peers` scarred catchin` a beer charge for a open brew<br>snipers scopin` you from out of stairwells<br>when it comes to my Fam there ain`t no fair ones it`s only farewells.<br><br>Verse 7: (Half-a-Mill)<br>Uzi in my hand<br>two-piece suit with Coogi pants<br>fuck a hooptie, two seater with my Mira<br>I`m rollin` weed up<br>niggas holdin` dough, slowin` me up<br>I`m`a see him when he go and re-up<br>he`s a wild out cat who supposed to be nuts<br>and thats what I bust, especially over these bucks<br>He`s in a Cherokee with Melanie<br>he don`t know she tellin` me every place he ever be and stay though<br>sniffin` Yayo <br>eyes red like two Tomatoes<br>hidin` from the FEDS<br>plus he lied on Lopez<br>old school cat, used to stick guys on Mopeds<br>coke head who used to rock Pro Keds<br>thinkin` he Gotti, he`s about to be a body with no head, cold led<br>this Man`s brains are `bout to be like Champaigne, mo` wet<br>no vest, poiliticin` next to a Gold Lex<br>cock the oowop<br>make his squad bounce like Doowop<br>take it to the heart with a few shots<br>blazed their cars, turned `em into two drops when I blew off the tops<br>I`m rollin` out but when will this holdin` out shit stop?<br>it seems like it never ends `till a nigga gets popped<br>but yo, we still holdin`<br>nothin` can stop the dollar bill foldings<br>raw deals will cause your grill to blow in<br>concealin` dough Men usually get thrown in Oceans<br>foldin`, Toast to their chin and they roll to the cement. <br><br>Chorus 2X<br><br>(Half-a-Mill) Ask around in the old neighborhoods....they know about<br>Half-a-Mill...they know about Ali Vegas...fuck with the Bulls you get<br>the horns...