[Intro: Benny the Butcher & Raekwon]
T—T—Times is rough and tough
D—D—Damn, is that how it is?
T—T—Times is rough and tough
T—T—Tough, t—t—tough
Ah
T—T—T—T—Times is rough and tough
Damn, is that how it is?
Yeah, the Butcher comin', nigga
T—T—Times is rough and tough
Yo, uh
[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
I'm runnin' out of reasons to feel sorry, it's blood in the streets
You gon' get mud on your cleats when the field soggy
Shorty gotta use both hands and Jill Scott me
Plug told me, when my records stop selllin', he still got me
Niggas just catchin' on to the numbers I'm checkin' on
Got lucky last summer, bookies wanna know what I'm bettin' on
Set the bar, kept the tar, came through like a wreckin' ball
Niggas can't touch a brick without puttin' my record on
Six figures out a dirty pyrex, thought that was all?
I made doubles sign and I'm sellin' em on tour
Bein' up feel good, but not better than bein' sure
I'm a product of the cocaine '80s, drug wars (Drug wars)
The moment I start to feel that the love gone
I'll be back with gloves on, just in case you was rubbed wrong, nigga
And if it ain't Griselda, it's love songs, nigga
And if the dope ain't good, then it's cut wrong, nigga
T—T—Times is rough and tough
D—D—Damn, is that how it is?
T—T—Times is rough and tough
T—T—Tough, t—t—tough
Ah
T—T—T—T—Times is rough and tough
Damn, is that how it is?
Yeah, the Butcher comin', nigga
T—T—Times is rough and tough
Yo, uh
[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
I'm runnin' out of reasons to feel sorry, it's blood in the streets
You gon' get mud on your cleats when the field soggy
Shorty gotta use both hands and Jill Scott me
Plug told me, when my records stop selllin', he still got me
Niggas just catchin' on to the numbers I'm checkin' on
Got lucky last summer, bookies wanna know what I'm bettin' on
Set the bar, kept the tar, came through like a wreckin' ball
Niggas can't touch a brick without puttin' my record on
Six figures out a dirty pyrex, thought that was all?
I made doubles sign and I'm sellin' em on tour
Bein' up feel good, but not better than bein' sure
I'm a product of the cocaine '80s, drug wars (Drug wars)
The moment I start to feel that the love gone
I'll be back with gloves on, just in case you was rubbed wrong, nigga
And if it ain't Griselda, it's love songs, nigga
And if the dope ain't good, then it's cut wrong, nigga
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