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U Ain't Rough Enough

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Hip-Hop/Rap

U Ain't Rough Enough was released on December 1, 1996 by Snubnoze Muzik as a part of the album Mongotti

Song Details

Release DateDecember 1, 1996

LabelSnubnoze Muzik

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM78

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Mongotti

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Damien Mondale Graham

Damien Mondale Graham

Songwriter

Lyrics

We don't rise, surprise, now once we aggravate ya

By comin' up, now there so much us players make the paper

I thought I told you it get crucial while I'm on the scene

While you stressin' back and forth, but really bein' naive

I keep on rappin' and rhymin', but will I ever succeed?

And is it possible for me to make enough to fulfill my needs?

And can't nobody understand 'cause real friends hard to find

I'm talkin' 'bout makin' it to the top, now don't you hate my rhyme

Although it's real, mane, this track is definitely tight

Would you help me through this situation instead of tryin' to fight?

Humiliatin', oh, you hate it, I ball straight and I 'gon make it

Playa Posse so exotic, marchin' like a fuckin' parade

I been thinkin' while I know what's gone, we cry and walk away

With this pressure in my heart, now it's so much I have to pray

To be exact, I can't hold back this shit just goin' outta frame

Lookin' over my shoulders, every day, these haters actin' strange

****, you ain't rough enough

****, you ain't rough enough

****, you ain't rough enough

****, you ain't rough enough

****, you ain't rough enough

****, you ain't rough enough

****, you ain't rough enough

****, you ain't rough enough

Comin' up, throwin' blows, elbows at yo' motherfuckin' nose

Bump your blick out they clothes, down to bust at you hoes

At y'all windows with .44's, shoot that thang like them pros

Beam you up like 5-0s, light-green overdose

Juvenile motherfucker writin' rhymes for them streets

Puttin' it down for my peeps, Playa Posse roll deep

Hop out black Jeeps, put you to sleep, all that bullshit you keep

School your ass about these skills 'cause you the student I teach

Rougher than rough, thugged out, for the entire world

I'm the type of motherfucker that'll fuck your girl

Now keep loadin' up your nine, 'cause I fucked yo' bitch

Mama cryin' at your funeral, April the 6th

Don't fuck with me, I got a clique of **** that's ready to release

If you hollerin', anything under the beast you best retreat

You must don't know what I got in the backseat

Gettin' down for the M-Town, ****, you ain't rough as me

****, you ain't rough enough

****, you ain't rough enough

****, you ain't rough enough

****, you ain't rough enough

****, you ain't rough enough

****, you ain't rough enough

****, hell on earth, and I been trapped since birth

Got to charge this game for everything it's worth

I put in work, but I don't want my mama to hurt

When they carry me to the devilish dirt

****, strugglin', ****, hustlin', ****

Interfere with a slug, and ****, you ain't rougher than me, put it on grandmom grave

Too many ways to get paid for me to stay like the shade

I know some **** that hate me, I know some bitches they love me

But I don't need no motherfucker if they can't do nothin' for me

And it's the thug in me that make me hang in the streets

Smoke, drink with my peep', and **** stay on the green

Got to watch my step 'fore I lose my breath

I ain't ready to go, but I ain't scared of death

It ain't no fakin' or breakin', 'cause you thinkin' you tough

Put your gun in your pants, ****, you ain't rough enough

****, you ain't rough enough

****, you ain't rough enough

****, you ain't rough enough

****, you ain't rough enough

****, you ain't rough enough

****, you ain't rough enough

****, you ain't rough enough

****, you ain't rough enough

****, you ain't rough enough

****, you ain't rough enough

****, you ain't rough enough

****, you ain't rough enough

As we get in it, in it to win it, from beginnin' to finish

My whole clique demolish motherfuckers', or shall I bend

Rules? Brain-stormin', my words keep pourin' like the rain

Yo' ears can't run for cover, ain't no shelter, no one save

In fact, these ain't no games we playin', so, let's think ahead

Mongotti, us players, makin' holes, wayin' hoes in control

Blackin' out by the sound, comin' out your stereo

Until the floor tore up, or shit, the roof is on the go

How ghetto **** be buckin', showin' that love be for the road

Out-witness the baddest, goodest shit you ever heard

Say the pain is at it's illest the intention at a nerve

Observe, but not too close, a side effect like dope

The purest dope to ever choke, now is it all that they wrote? Nope

'Cause in due time, this shit here told and offend 'em

So Posse, damn if they ain't rough enough

**** weren't even ready, or rough enough

****, you ain't rough enough, that's my reply

****, we be hard to touch, just like fire

Toe to toe, and eye to eye, but never lie

Too motherfuckin' high to try, so watch me fly

Bitch, you can not get with this, quit talkin' shit

The M-I-C; I leave it froze, so suck my dick

Playa Posseology is what I kick

Speaker bumpin' real shit, it don't quit

Smokin' on some weed it got me high for certain

Drop it, play it back, and listen, now that'd be workin' (Yeah, that shit bumpin')

Like, amazing vibes everytime, you'd be surprised

And turn it up some more, y'all **** ain't ready to ride (Playa P-O-S to the motherfuckin' S-E)

Y'all can't see me, game, and streaks, don't come for free, see

And it won't stop, and we'll be hot, and you not

And we be puttin' it down for every block

I gotta watch these spit foul and reverse

When I curse and rehearse I hit 'em where it hurts

Six in the dirt, so deep that's how I strategize

Stayin' wise with these cowards tryin' to stop the pride

Need you say more, 'cause then you say I

I be that ****, that ****, M-O-N-G-O-T-T-I, don't fuck with, I

Pull out my rubber ducky, yes

Start to buck, yeah my mission, may guess your lucky ass

Don't need no mask, gon' stretch and bury 'em

Send buckshots at they knees, I'm at my show, guess

I'm about to eliminate enemies, so I can rest

Think I'm a coward, I guess

Take it back to the West with our back turns, quickdraw, shoot 'em dead in his chest

I got 'em Black (Aight), just watch my back

They ain't rough enough to fuck with us, they don't wanna jack

Better bring yo' Gat and jack that

Yeah, boom, there it is, for another track

And it'd be down on motherfucker's ass

You ain't rough enough

****, you ain't rough enough (Know what I'm sayin')

Yeah, ****, you ain't rough enough (You know what I'm sayin', yeah)

****, you ain't rough enough (You know I'm sayin'), Mhhm

****, you ain't rough enough

Know I'm sayin', got to pull up like Mongotti

Is you rough enough? You know I'm sayin'?

Haha, you a motherfuckin' fool (Hold up, Blackout, stop playin')

Mhh, mhh, mhh, mhh, mhh, mhh, mhh

Huh? ****, what? Haha

****, you ain't rough enough

Written by: Damien Mondale Graham

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