[Chorus x2: Frukwan]
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Yo, enough's enough
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Yo yo, yo, I'm rough enough
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Yo check it, yo, ain't done enough, betta believe dat
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Yo, can't help enough, yo what the fuck?
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[Frukwan]
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Break fool, crack you for robs
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Unless your crew's, adding on to the pot, never known to stop
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I flip the vendetta, scores are armageddon
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And Armaretta sour, when I posess the power
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Spend time with my rhyme like I do with my wiz
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While you brothers locked up, I be teachin ya kids
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Cripled individuals, with critical errors
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Grab a hand for the evil, then vert it to right
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And triple darkness, I got to bring fourth the light
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Sweat the architecht, and you bound to get crushed
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Full contact nigga, this ain't two hand touch
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Spot the ball, Frukwan ready to brawl
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One for all, brother try to take what I got
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Raid my spot, pull with that platinum ball
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How you feel when your corn hold label your coat
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I sink your boat, lyrically, I slash your throat
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[Chorus x2]
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[Frukwan]
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For sure, bet you wake up, bang up the tunes
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For you, the mic is in my twenty one gun salute
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Got a Lex in my laranex, custom skins
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Melon trims, honey wanna ride my 20 inch rims
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It's the pole chain breaker, the dart freight raider
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Detonator zero, peep the unsung hero
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My torch never dim, true indeed
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Still drop degrees, still a threat like a rare disease
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Verbal in the black slit, Medina walk it barefoot
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Leavin' steps of blood for brothers that I love
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Astrogen, see the el capiten, may ask you when
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Strip a couple aspirins, track record
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Rough slaps thrown your writs
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Brothers swim in kiddie pools while I dive off cliffs
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The mad ill thinker, the heavy hitter
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Back splitter, Medina track ripper
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Attackin' the track quicker
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[Chorus x2]
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[Frukwan]
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When impact react, with the chrome of steel
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I peels to smoke the fields get ills for real, blaze the track
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Labeled as a full time ready to pump rhyme sudden
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I smoke from the oven, rap skill
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Desert shield crash the wheel
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You be lucky if I'm list, cause I aim to kill [sirens] (Yo, ahh!)
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Fuck a road block, never a full stop
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You wanna cock block, this nigga, your chance is slim
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From the streets where the heat reach a hundred and ten
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There we since, rise with the blunts and stunts
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Fossils drop, are better then the graves of rock
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Elements and stock, laid do it
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In disguard, fourty five, put my big black Cuban cigar
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Shade Allah, mothafuckin' change at the shift
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For the few line hits that can fuck with this
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[Chorus x4]
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Rough Enough
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Gravediggaz |