(Chorus)
If it ain`t rough, it ain`t me, no it ain`t me (if it ain`t rough, it ain`t me)
If it ain`t rough, it ain`t me (if it ain`t rough, it ain`t me)
If it ain`t rough, it ain`t me, it ain`t me (if it ain`t rough, it ain`t me)
If it ain`t rough, it ain`t me (if it ain`t rough, it ain`t me)
(Spice 1)
More chips no kippers more bits like your computer
With a niglet with the criminal mind like Lex Luger
I, leave your top in your lap like I-B-M
N-a-navigators, TV`s be ridin` them
I be him, black beany a brim, twenty inch rim
The niggas b-a-bustin` them thangs ridin` with them
Slide `em in, niggas swallow butch like ride `em in
Creep and crawl on they ass like Spiderman
Out of men, without the man next to the man
Out of men that`ll have ya ass buried in sand
We ain`t playin`, layin` niggas across the flo` you gots to go
No waitin` for the cops to roll that`s pot and a coal
Rose like a popsickle and tag his toe, hit him with the calacoal
I ride fo` sure and it it ain`t rough it ain`t me
Forever be thugged out Mr. Bossalini
(Chorus)
If it ain`t rough, it ain`t me, no it ain`t me (if it ain`t rough, it ain`t me)
If it ain`t rough, it ain`t me (if it ain`t rough, it ain`t me)
If it ain`t rough, it ain`t me, it ain`t me (if it ain`t rough, it ain`t me)
If it ain`t rough, it ain`t me (if it ain`t rough, it ain`t me)
(Spice 1)
Slam dunk this uzi up in your chest like J.R. cause I`ma rider
Score thirty six shots in one body slugs burn inside
you don`t think I`m bad, nobody know karate
just a thugged out nigga puttin` hollows up in your body
I don`t fuck around with that return from the dead
So I make sure I blow off half the back of your head
Nigga we skyballin`, call me Lucci Skyballer, fly talker
Catty trunks with dead carcuses in `em
I spit venom, born to sin `em sick as fuck
With a thug disease, niggas tradin` slugs for cheese
In the year two-g`s, we call it Y2-YAY
and wonder why I pack two AK`s, witness the end of days
I`m on shots on niggas lotsa niggas to die
Hit bitches between their thighs and niggas between their eyes
Just pick me with the blunt off in my mouth is lit
I smoke the knockout King`s two thousand two shit
(Chorus)
If it ain`t rough, it ain`t me, no it ain`t me (if it ain`t rough, it ain`t me)
If it ain`t rough, it ain`t me (if it ain`t rough, it ain`t me)
If it ain`t rough, it ain`t me, it ain`t me (if it ain`t rough, it ain`t me)
If it ain`t rough, it ain`t me (if it ain`t rough, it ain`t me)
(Spice 1)
When you come to my city your vest best be tight on
I thought you niggas knew the West was Spice 1
Please believe it, we heated with fullies
Pull these triggers with baguettes on the index
Flexi blast pumpin` like Lex off the X
we don`t give a fuck we buryin` niggas
Never die alone is what we steady tell our young niggas
If they comin` to get`cha, take a couple of `em wit`cha
Got `em rollin` with the Strap On The Side
now can you picture me bustin` with saggy pants on runnin` with killers?
Bail up on your front lawn with a truck full of niggas
We bring nightmares to snitches hangin` around a alley
West Sides` finest thug niggas straight outta Cali
Bringin` it to ya live, raw and uncut
Space ballin`, diamonds shinin`, plottin` pictures of shit
Nigga what I leave you shouldered in the midget of some quicksand
Have your ass limpin` around here with a wooden leg and a kick-stand
(Chorus)
If it ain`t rough, it ain`t me, no it ain`t me (if it ain`t rough, it ain`t me)
If it ain`t rough, it ain`t me (if it ain`t rough, it ain`t me)
If it ain`t rough, it ain`t me, it ain`t me (if it ain`t rough, it ain`t me)
If it ain`t rough, it ain`t me (if it ain`t rough, it ain`t me)
