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letra de tough guys (street) - o.b.s.

[verse 1: the bad seed]
things fall apart—n-gga, ask the roots
and when sh-t get thick, n-ggas blast and shoot
it’s brooknam to the death—n-ggas smash you, duke
for your chain and your keys. n-gga, p-ss the loot
it’s bk—you’ll get shot up. you approach me
about fifty n-ggas got a fourth-of-july style
lit the parking lot up. when it’s dark, it’s hotter
we’ll be sparking trauma, whether it’s war or drama
get in your elevator, call coroners, start shooting
run in the crib, f-ck with the floor, start looting
my n-ggas tote deuces that could rip apart houston
run through n-ggas at ballot time, deuce-deucing
you run these streets, perpetrating like you ruthless
even eazy-e bigged up. you’ll get snuffed
like an abused child, your whole squad get touched
lift the barrel of the burner, get high when it bucks, n-gga

[hook 1: the bad seed and pumpkinhead] (x2)
you’ll get hooked on, jumped off on
n-ggas in the street is weak like soft p-rn
we triple-x, showing off full graphics
bring your -sses. tough guys get blasted

[verse 2: pumpkinhead]
i’ll hock off for my soldiers, go north for my soldiers
carry cash, getting -ss in the loft on a sofa
when i hook on, i’ll knock your head off your shoulders
jack daniels, n-gga. c-ck back the roaster
putting holes in your testarossa whether you a player
or a thug, you getting plugged like a toaster
y’all thought it was sweet? my fleet hit like sammy sosa
what i got in my holster folds the center of your body
like a poster. doing it like we supposed ta
y’all soft p-rn cats get it all torn back
since you floss on tracks, think you the boss of rap
f-ck spitting. i cough on tracks where you carjack
brooknam, baby, holding down the fort
we’re do-or-die [?] we’re getting pounds, of course
y’all n-ggas found the source. surround clowns with four pounds
and give a round applause. get it down for yours
what?

[hook 2: the bad seed] (x2)
where my n-ggas at?
where my borough at?

[verse 3: the bad seed and pumpkinhead]
the bad seed: we o.b.s. to the death
pumpkinhead: pound your head, take a breath
the bad seed: mistake us for weak, catch a hole in your neck
pumpkinhead: when we break out the heat, yo, we’ll open your chest
the bad seed: so hope for the best
pumpkinhead: now blood soak in your vest
pumpkinhead: we was chosen to rep
the bad seed: y’all ain’t posing a threat
the bad seed: you a thug and you pet
pumpkinhead: no hugs and respects
pumpkinhead: just slugs in your lex
the bad seed: with some drugs and budgets
the bad seed: how you god body when the blood [?]?
pumpkinhead: you ain’t tough. you’re just bent
pumpkinhead: smoking blunts at a club
the bad seed: and spent all your rent on the b-tch that was friends
pumpkinhead: yo, i sensed you was tense as i hopped the fence
the bad seed: and start beating down n-ggas like i ain’t got sense

- o b s

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