Strong Enough lyrics

by

Ne-Yo


[Produced by Nascent & QB Da Problem]

[Intro]
You ain't strong enough, n*gga, you sweet
You probably go against me, and weep
I oughta kiss you, you'd probably like that
But you don't stand a chance, n*gga
f*cking faggot

[Verse 1]
I do more than talk that, I mu'f*ckin walk that
Blue Yankee cap back, f*ck around get clapped at
I sleep with the stainless, I walk with the stainless
Man, everybody know about 50, I'm famous
New York, New York, I run New York
Ask Dread at the weed spot, I come through in the mean drop
In different boroughs I have different moments
On different days n*ggas know how I'm on it
I'm pretty like a Harlem n*gga
I'm a shooter like a Brooklyn n*gga
I'm a hustler don't get no bigger
Queens, Southside 'til they bury me
BX, two TEC's, flames out the nozzles
R1 One wheel, Christian Dior goggles
Spar with me, start some sh*t, send the shooters out
Come out the club, we out front with the Ruger's out
Nah, ain't no sense to talking peace, my brother
That beef will probably send your monkey ass to see Allah
[Hook]
These n*ggas ain't strong enough
Their money ain't long enough
When they bump heads with me
They find out the guns do bust
We getting paper, in God we trust
These sucka ass n*ggas
These n*ggas ain't strong enough
Their money ain't long enough
When they bump heads with me
They find out the guns do bust
We getting paper, in God we trust
Suck on this, n*gga

[Verse 2]
When I said I'll kill ya, I'll kill ya, as a kid I wasn't kidding then
Special ED kid in the back on Ritalin
Crib all f*cked up, hooptie all f*cked up
Pockets all f*cked up, now n*gga, what's up?
I'm rich now, n*ggas know about my dividends
Look at the Robb Report, check out what I'm living in
f*ck a spot now, I'm 'bout to buy a yacht now
Crib the size of the New York City block now
Okay okay, try me and get shot down
I'm like a zebra, I got so many stripes
I'm the f*cking general, I run my clique right
It was five of us, all of us millionaires
Now one's a f*cking junkie, and one's a f*cking queer
Now it's three of us, that's the way we started
They call me crazy, cold-blooded and black-hearted
I don't play no games, n*ggas beg for mercy
Then we "T.O.S.", put that ass to rest
[Hook]
These n*ggas ain't strong enough
Their money ain't long enough
When they bump heads with me
They find out the guns do bust
We getting paper, in God we trust
These sucka ass n*ggas
These n*ggas ain't strong enough
Their money ain't long enough
When they bump heads with me
They find out the guns do bust
We getting paper, in God we trust
Suck on this, n*gga
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