Tuffer Than Dice lyrics

[Estribillo: N-Wise Allah]
Ayo, Milano, dime qué pasó - otro palo
Ten cuidado, beware del veterano
Let it rain on these palomasos, sin hambre no hay hustle
Still putting it down por si acaso
Ayo, Milano, dime qué pasó - otro palo
Ten cuidado, beware del veterano
Let it rain on these palomasos, sin hambre no hay hustle
Still putting it down por si acaso

[Verso: Milano Constantine]
Yeah, y’all n*ggas fabricating stories
From these raps I made the glory, “warrior” tattooed on me
sh*t, I’m a different category, pockets filled with chicken cacciatore
Biochemist in the laboratory, back up off me

Six feet social distancе, n*ggas make motion pictures
So definitivе, n*ggas mimic think it’s dope up in it
Chauffeur driven suburban trucks, yeah, Koko B. Ware
Y’all n*ggas birds to us, wrap you up in Persian rugs

Words are murderous, load the ammo, put up your dough to gamble
n*ggas carry sticks, no Roman candles, soldiers’ll blam you
Joe DiMaggio, I’m a legend, you know my status, though
Antidote, bury you n*ggas up in the catacombs
This Salvatore Ferragamo kid, n*gga, my moto is
Ringside Cus D’Amato sh*t, Moët bottles in the fridge
Louis the 16th, Coogis in mint green
I gave you slick things, is Constantine been in the greedy streets

Gun fire like the Middle East, a little yeast that’ll make the bread rise
Colombian necktie, those your best rhymes?
Scrub n*ggas, Left Eye, Chilli and T-Boz
D’s in a Nissan flew overseas to recharge

Boricua and africano, super fly bagging y’all hoes
In back off the Tahoe pockets filled with cilantro
My sh*t knock, though, ultraviolet make the crops grow
Twenty plus in this sh*t, n*gga, hell of a milestone

Romeo and Julieta, came with a few muñecas
On my block, with some Latin Kings and a few ñetas
n*ggas catch up, chain all VVS
My boys selling pill out his crib, think it’s a CVS

The fiends geeking, yes, got ‘em scratching like the 1200s
World summit, sat with OGs and got some pearls from it
My sh*t raw like “Liquid Sword”, “4th Chamber”
See me fly in some cross trainers, scientist’s how my thoughts create it

Harlem nights like Richard Pryor
Catch me riding in a hybrid, Mobb Deep’s “Temperature’s Rising”
Infamous keep penning all this thrilling sh*t
My hill is lite Manhattan Ave, where hustlers and killers live

[Estribillo: N-Wise Allah]
Ayo, Milano, dime qué pasó - otro palo
Ten cuidado, beware del veterano
Let it rain on these palomasos, sin hambre no hay hustle
Still putting it down por si acaso
Ayo, Milano, dime qué pasó - otro palo
Ten cuidado, beware del veterano
Let it rain on these palomasos, sin hambre no hay hustle
Still putting it down por si acaso