Big Tuck - Tussle Lyrics

Writer(s) : RICHARDSON, TONY KLIQUE MONTREZ / WRITER UNKNOWN, N
Artist: Big Tuck Lyrics
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Album: Track 7 on Purple Hulk
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[Chorus: x2]
I'm a do some'ing bad to ya, cause you's a **********ing hoe
I see you at a club, in the middle of the flo'
I'm a tussle with, I'm a tussle with, I'm a tussle with
I'm a tussle with ya, hope you got your *****s with you

************ better clear the path I feel the wrath, cause Tuck-N-Roll gon burn your scalp
Hoe *****s try to give me dap, but the see the flames like a witch's craft
It's about that time respect my mind, I'm one of a kind
Put that iron down buck em down, these jabs flying voodoo of mind
We gon keep it crunk, pull out a pump knock out his fronts
***** my whole team drunk, waiting for the rest your click throwing up
I'm gon drop a *****, security ain't stopping this
Real *****s get pop-a-liss, right and drop a rhynoserous
See we all about pain you *****s is lame, we ahead of the game
Out of my tool is a train, we searching for change you hating on fame

Now, some of these ugly *** girls in herr
Think they too fly, to say what's up to a *****
I want you to look at that and hoe and say

**** you (**** you), **** you (**** you)
**** you (**** you), **** you (**** you)
Now drop that trick, (drop that trick)
Drop that trick, (drop that trick)
Drop that trick, (drop that trick) drop that trick

[Chorus: x2]

Hold up purple one, let O-Tum invade the cut
And lean on a *****, like (the drank up in my cup)
Everybody make room, I'm bout to cave his chest in
And make his eyes swell up, to where his edge up begin
Tum a **** starter, Tum always to blame
I ain't never played sports, therefor I don't play games
Better ask these dudes, I will rock a ***** ***
And if your click pop off, I'ma slap they monkey ***
Gangsta-gangstafied, that's how we do it in the Dirty
Hit a weenie *****, with a combination flury
Left-right-right-left, overhand with a quitter
Make room in this *****, when DSR enter
Headed straight to the bar, to get about a bub
After that hit VIP, and fire up some drugs
Tell judge they didn't pay the deposit, I ain't going up
Rapping is tailored for us, so the game I'm sewing up
Tum Tum and San T, Southside and the 3
Putting it down from Tayhouse, all the way to Mississippi
All the gangstas in the place, all the hustlers in the place
All the thugs in the place, put your hood in his face
I ain't scared of no *****, I ain't scared of no *****
I don't bar no squad, and I ain't afraid of no click
It's the million dollar man, I get it popping in this *****
Better watch what you say, 'fore **** start dropping round this *****

[Chorus: x2]

I'm a do something bad to ya, disrespect your set talk trash to ya
And if you get out of line, I'ma bring it quick fast to ya
Smash your head, in the concrete
And H-Town Stomp, your ***** *** to the beat
Till they see the white meat, for playing games with my gang
My Hoggs off the chain, they'll dance on your brain
In the middle of the club, like **** it
The laws see me, and act like they ain't seen nothing
You *****s bluffing, talking hard acting like you want beef
But when I see you on the streets, you hollin' bout you want peace
One or one hundred deep, I'm crush you and them busters
Straight smash on you suckas, you punks don't wanna tussle
My ***** Tuck, say we ready to ride
The whole Southside Dallas, waiting on the Southside
H-Town to the D, we connect in the Tex'
D-S-R and Boss Hogg, don't bar no plex we'll tussle with ya

[Chorus: x2]


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