Y'all Niggaz Ain't Tuf

[Intro: IMF Blue Steele] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... [IMF Blue Steele] All my lumps on bezels, I always been amongst devils Sold rocks on them blocks, whether chunks or pebbles If you try to get with it, you gotta want that level If it's high up the ladder, son, size up the matters Son, I sold rocks in projects and pack it, dunn I ride with a mask and gun, dive when I'm blasting, son Cuz I will leave you leaking, ya heard? I'll put ya bitch-ass underneath that cement, ya heard? When I reach for that bird, from the street to the curb When that E-pill pop men, and that detail shock men Yeah, he saw me when my ass pulled the drop Pulled it out, he knew his ass was getting shot I'm the, type of nigga that'll laugh at the cops Throw a middle finger up, ya got beef, then ring it up You know ya softer than Scott Tissue, then I diss you In front of ya bitch and every nigga on this block with ya [Chorus 2X: IMF Blue Steele] You niggas ain't tough, you niggas ain't real You niggas don't buck, my niggas bang steel So get it through ya mind and don't front on me Cuz I'm that nigga you niggas had probably wanted to be [IMF Blue Steele] Who said this life is easy, when you messing with these streets I learned my lessons in these streets, shit might get greezy So my weapon in my crease, I'm stepping on ya feet Disrespecting on ya beat to live my life on T.V And I spit crack like a put a mic on P.D These niggas can't write or see me, turn his mic off, easy IMF forget his ass, he don't want Goliath to step on his midget ass And that's word to B.I., Aaliyah, Left Eye I confess, I wanted the best that rest in the Stuys And for now, these rap niggas barring from rap Stay far from me, I swear to God, my squad'll come and clap ya Pa, I'm not an actor, them scripts get sent to you I'm still in magazines, with flicks, still interviews Nigga, extended clips the minimum And them clips'll make a nigga drip his minerals [Chorus 2X] [IMF Blue Steele] Don't even get in my thoughts, I like to burn candles and talk Within a prayer to God, before my Leah's in the stars I'm prepared for the job, spent years in them cars So I ain't hiding when you set fire to hairs in the jars Cruise controller, Blue's the soldier No rules, show you, that use the holster With one flick of the tongue, ya move them boulders Or, lift that mountain, ya hear that bouncing? Through the atmosphere, ya laugh and fear Thinking that what I say might smash ya ears and cause acid tear Then man listen, I'm past prepared, the boy's here Yeah, set to go, so let's go All I need is a couple of cheques and baguettes that glow Fed, vest and a tech, let's go And what I drive, it, cause the optics Of who's in the eyes, I be confusing all you guys [Chorus 2X] [Hook 2X: IMF Blue Steele] I hope the same nigga you could borrow a gun from Be the same nigga you could borrow a lump from Cuz when I clap rounds with them hollows and dum-dums He in the background, nigga, hollering "Run, son"