Gravediggaz - Rough Enough Lyrics
Yo, enough's enoughYo yo, yo, I'm rough enoughYo check it, yo, ain't done enough, betta believe datYo, can't help enough, yo what the *****?Break fool, crack you for robsUnless your crew's, adding on to the pot, never known to stopI flip the vendetta, scores are armageddonAnd Armaretta sour, when I posess the powerSpend time with my rhyme like I do with my wizWhile you brothers locked up, I be teachin ya kidsCripled individuals, with critical errorsGrab a hand for the evil, then vert it to rightAnd triple darkness, I got to bring fourth the lightSweat the architecht, and you bound to get crushedFull contact nigga, this ain't two hand touchSpot the ball, Frukwan ready to brawlOne for all, brother try to take what I gotRaid my spot, pull with that platinum ballHow you feel when your corn hold label your coatI sink your boat, lyrically, I slash your throatFor sure, bet you wake up, bang up the tunesFor you, the mic is in my twenty one gun saluteGot a Lex in my laranex, custom skinsMelon trims, honey wanna ride my 20 inch rimsIt's the pole chain breaker, the dart freight raiderDetonator zero, peep the unsung heroMy torch never dim, true indeedStill drop degrees, still a threat like a rare diseaseVerbal in the black slit, Medina walk it barefootLeavin' steps of blood for brothers that I loveAstrogen, see the el capiten, may ask you whenStrip a couple aspirins, track recordRough slaps thrown your writsBrothers swim in kiddie pools while I dive off cliffsThe mad I'll thinker, the heavy hitterBack splitter, Medina track ripperAttackin' the track quickerWhen impact react, with the chrome of steelI peels to smoke the fields get ills for real, blaze the trackLabeled as a full time ready to pump rhyme suddenI smoke from the oven, rap skillDesert shield crash the wheelYou be lucky if I'm list, cause I aim to kill (Yo, ahh! )***** a road block, never a full stopYou wanna ***** block, this nigga, your chance is slimFrom the streets where the heat reach a hundred and tenThere we since, rise with the blunts and stuntsFossils drop, are better then the graves of rockElements and stock, laid do itIn disguard, fourty five, put my big black Cuban cigarShade Allah, motha*****in' change at the shiftFor the few line hits that can ***** with this
