Tuff Guy

(Half-a-Mill) We got alot of guys out there tryin' to disrespect the Family (Ali Vegas) what they gon' do with us? nothin'... (Half-a-Mill) do you know what we do to guys that disrespect the family? (Ali Vegas) We rub 'em out...kill 'em (Half-a-Mill) We cut their fuckin' throats.... (Ali Vegas) I feel you...so lets just do it...who the problem now? Verse 1: (Half-a-Mill) Six Million ways to die, which way you want? Spray at players, have 'em runnin' with one gator on Gunmen come in and kick the doors to your Hummer in Mafia style, nothin' but sin You poppin' Cristal I pop Four-Fifths, pow!! Push your cap back Send your head back to the hood in your knapsack Mobster traits, Billy the Kid robbed banks Me? I put the scar on Tony Montana's face Verse 2: (Ali Vegas) Aiyo, Half-a-Mill They got Cat and Will trapped in jail They found mad concealed crack and steel inside the Black Deville Somebody had to squeal So here the shotty and the hitlist Do what you wanna with the informer just make sure you body the witness They call him the Don of luck We ride around in a army truck armored up It won't take much to get in his crib, all we gotta do is put the X on His duck Verse 3: (Half-a-Mill) Fuck it dun, bomb him up I already done marked him up Barked him up, bodies is ready for the garbage truck Son, their heart is stuck They followin' the same path that left their Fathers fucked Brain blast, bulletproof Five, I spray through the glass, it's hard to Duck We mobsters, what White wine and Lobster shells crushed Verse 4: (Ali Vegas) The informers name was Rudy the vet Him and his young team of gunslingers palm Uzi's and Tecks We could bloody up his Coogi's and sweats And mail his family a head attached to a Koofi and specs Yo Half, lets start a crack war Run in the crib, put the gun to his wig and body him as he exit the Trapdoor Verse 5: (Half-a-Mil) Son, what the fuck you think I got the MAC for? Packin' guns that only blow backs off You know the crack law Who ever broke it their necks are supposed to get axed off Smoke the culprit Ali Vegas, close associate Polly with players who hold bricks I'll probably shoot the whole click Building lobbies filled with bodies and shit Chorus (Ali Vegas) - No matter how much you keep it real You gotta sleep with steel Cause if your foes don't kill Lord knows your peoples will Think you a tough guy cause you puff lye? Everyday around my way bullets bust by (Repeat) Verse 6: (Ali Vegas) The young Don 'll drench you Sneak up on you calm and gentle Inside a Lincoln Continental Thing I'm into is beyond your mental Ali Vegas will hunt for you Send a violent ho to every talent show to make you uncomfortable Get approached by Multiples Half of my peers' scarred catchin' a beer charge for a open brew Snipers scopin' you from out of stairwells When it comes to my Fam there ain't no fair ones it's only farewells Verse 7: (Half-a-Mill) Uzi in my hand Two-piece suit with Coogi pants Fuck a hooptie, two seater with my Mira I'm rollin' weed up Niggas holdin' dough, slowin' me up I'm'a see him when he go and re-up He's a wild out cat who supposed to be nuts And thats what I bust, especially over these bucks He's in a Cherokee with Melanie He don't know she tellin' me every place he ever be and stay though Sniffin' Yayo Eyes red like two Tomatoes Hidin' from the FEDS Plus he lied on Lopez Old school cat, used to stick guys on Mopeds Coke head who used to rock Pro Keds Thinkin' he Gotti, he's about to be a body with no head, cold led This Man's brains are 'bout to be like Champaigne, mo' wet No vest, poiliticin' next to a Gold Lex Cock the oowop Make his squad bounce like Doowop Take it to the heart with a few shots Blazed their cars, turned 'em into two drops when I blew off the tops I'm rollin' out but when will this holdin' out shit stop? It seems like it never ends 'till a nigga gets popped But yo, we still holdin' Nothin' can stop the dollar bill foldings Raw deals will cause your grill to blow in Concealin' dough Men usually get thrown in Oceans Foldin', Toast to their chin and they roll to the cement Chorus 2X (Half-a-Mill) Ask around in the old neighborhoods....they know about Half-a-Mill...they know about Ali Vegas...fuck with the Bulls you get The horns...