[Intro]

Yeah, from BK to the world. I've had enough

[Verse 1: Masta Ace]

Nowadays, a range ain't big enough, Moschino ain't jig enough

I'm kind of iced out but my chain ain't thick enough

Album ain't hot enough, label said it's not enough

Singing in the hook, I need to change my look

My rims ain't big enough, chrome don't shine enough

I shopped Fifth Fab, but I still can't find enough

Iceberg to swerve, don't dress gay enough

No airplay so I guess I ain't pay enough

Cristale don't cost enough, and I still ain't lost enough

Money on these chickens that said I don't floss enough

Album barely gold, guess I ain't try enough

Video wasn't fly enough, budget wasn't high enough

And I ain't lie enough about crack sales and jails

Y'all feeling me like braille, well I still got no sales

Must ain't sold enough, cause my heart ain't cold enough

Said I was "Born 2 Roll", they said I ain't roll enough

Guess I got to brag more, must don't boast enough

Ain't New York enough, ain't West Coast enough

But that's fine cause I'mma focus on mine

I'm hoping that 2009 is enough time

Wrote enough rhymes to be on album number fifty

You'll see how I'm on it, if you hung enough with me

The rap game's a book, and I've read mad chapters

And if you ask me, it ain't enough mad rappers

[Chorus: Mr. Lee Gee]

Somebody, tell me what the deal is

I had enough

Niggas got to know it's for real

Somebody, tell me what the deal is

I had enough

Niggas got to know it's for real

Somebody, tell me what the deal is

I had enough

Niggas got to know it's for real

Somebody, tell me what the deal is

I had enough

Niggas got to know it's for real

[Verse 2: Masta Ace]

Niggas only rocking them jewels for you to see

Like Ghostface, nigga dont front for me

Enough is enough, we gon' start calling your bluff

Watching your moves, we gon' be all in your stuff

Fuck around and come through rocking enough ice

Looking nice in high price, niggas is nuff shiest

Guess it ain't enough thugs, enough drugs on the streets

And niggas ain't busting enough slugs

Not enough Caucasians, know what stress is

Project girls rock vests, not dresses

Enough lessons learned, play with fire get burned

Enough dough get made, none of it earned

Enough wilding, fuck that yo, enough smiling

I rep Brooklyn, Manhattan, Staten Island

Queens plus the BX, not enough Tecs

Not enough cops, killing us all for paychecks

[Chorus: Mr. Lee Gee]

Somebody, tell me what the deal is

I had enough

Niggas got to know it's for real

Somebody, tell me what the deal is

I had enough

Niggas got to know it's for real

Somebody, tell me what the deal is

I had enough

Niggas got to know it's for real

Somebody, tell me what the deal is

I had enough

Niggas got to know it's for real

[Verse 3: Masta Ace]

Enough of this, enough of that, enough crap

Enough wack radio stations said enough rap

And they got the nerve to try to flaunt it

Will my album get enough buzz if there's enough niggas on it

When we in the house, it's like its haunted

We got you shook, mad niggas from the Brook', look

Enough cats crack Mo's and mack hoes

Enough cats with wack flows pack shows

Enough of these, enough of those, it never slows

It just grows, your girl don't wear enough clothes

These no-brainers are lost entertainers

Get found on Billboard's greatest sale gainers

Enough Beems and Benz, enough fly honies with dime friends

That want to juice you for your ends

It's getting rough, whole lot of intricate stuff

Mad crime dog, like McGruff, enough's enough

[Chorus: Mr. Lee Gee]

Somebody, tell me what the deal is

I had enough

Niggas got to know it's for real

Somebody, tell me what the deal is

I had enough

Niggas got to know it's for real

Somebody, tell me what the deal is

I had enough

Niggas got to know it's for real

Somebody, tell me what the deal is

I had enough

Niggas got to know it's for real