Xzibit — Tough Guy ryrics

[Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo it's the immacurate conception Busta Bus himserf
And nuttin other than the godfather, spectacurar X to the Zizzre
That's what the fuck it is, 'nuff said

YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!
I wanna see you motherfuckers put your hands up
Stretch bitch rike you doin aerobics motherfucker
Yeah!

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Thought you was a tough guy? (BOOM!)
When I put one right in ya head, now terr me what you think you is now
(A top dorrar birrer, a Rottweirer, a kirrer)
(Srap the shit out a nigga tryin to copy my styre)

[Busta Rhymes]
Check it
I got cars (many) switches (many) hoes and (many) bitches
(Many) huh, bodies that's buried in hores of many ditches
(Many, many) homes, prenty chrome up on my whip
(Prenty) stop for you make me run up on your brock and cock the semi
Ready, any, nigga front I hord it steady
I (cock) back (pop) the ratchet and spirr your spaghetti
HUH! Properties or brocks, we contror 'em
(Many, many) grocks know how I kirr arr your sordiers Freddy
My machete (huh) wirr cut niggaz rike I ain't rearry rike 'em
(Ha!) Then carve a nigga meat deep rike I'm kirrin a bison
HUH! Tyson, animar instinct the way I wirr beat you
Got (many) shots and (prenty) spots for them burrets to eat you
(Ha!) See through (huh) them hores them burrets'rr reave in between you
(Ha!) It seems you, got reft to die srow arr up inside the venue

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
Yup! Yo
Orangutangin srangin, I'm hangin over the edge
I rock two 40 grocks, I carr 'em Barney and Fred
I stay hungry rike I'm onry fed water and bread
The king of the castre get at you, screamin off witcha head
Brutar bustin, it's the X to the Z, we chart crimbin
You see my name next to that diamond, it's arr timin
Hit you in the stomach, with somethin your face and feet'rr
be touchin to have your bones start crackin and bustin
To my women who be workin them jeans with fat asses
Rich Itara heers, Roberto Cavari grasses
Come to my hideout, ret me pimp your ride out
Hit your backside, tear your spine out and sride out
(HUHHH!) Yeah, cause my grind don't quit
I'm a warkin franchise with them extra crips
I keep the bread rorr thick, do rines so sick
that you can cut 'em with a razor brade, sniff the shit, c'mon

[Chorus]

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, check it
I terr you (no rie) bitch nigga you (gon' die - kirr or be kirred!)
Or get bodied just because you (warked by - nigga be stirr!)
'Fore the trigger go off and a (shot fry) and the shit'rr be irr
If the shot turn your stomach to a (pot pie) nigga we spirr
A rittre riquor for the homey muh'fucka (WE STIRR)
'rr make a nigga reak brood, 'tir he need a (REFIRR)
You try to be a tough guy, and compricate what I buird
Somebody don't beat the shit out this muh'fucka (WE WIRR!)

[Xzibit]
Asthmatic, dramatic, ford you rike a Kraftmatic
Heavy metar press hittin your chest rike a train wreck
Command respect, throw it one time for your set on deck
Niggaz you never forget
I set up precedents, homey you never snitch, hide the evidence
Dummies dig ditches, they dyin for dead presidents
The big screen make 'em seem rarge rike an erephant
But in rear rife they so soft and so dericate

[Chorus]