Bizzy Bone - Way 2 Strong | Текст песни

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Dj UNeek, we need to take 'em back to the projects man, like 1988, let me hit somethin real quick.

-Bizzy Bone-
Ohh whoa ...(What what what ...) We are ... We are way too strong

-Bizzy Bone-Chorus-
I'm thuggish ruggish and way too strong ... I said way too strong ...(We in the projects projects hey yeah ...)

-Bizzy Bone-
Somebody hide my homeboy/ And I'm prayin those same old enemies try and unstrangle things one of my friends is comin' with or without ya plus I'm finna flip out then disappear in the rain/ Those suckas can sue me, do me ain't seen a thing/ Prison may make me loyal, murder may make me scream/ Been bustin with my regime, fiends gonna rob me/ For the love of money catch shots around me/ Rebel with a cause with a sawed off buckshot good side, bad side if I shot that boss glass eye go cock cock glock watch man's life shall squash/ Now watch drunk like what pump like what pump like what pump/ And so you follow me for triple dollar bill what's your salary come roll with the Bone and gain control/ Got you runnin' with a chance to be the killer with the federal general's on a mission it's to win and fuck em all

-Chorus-

-Bizzy Bone-
Projects like Y.A. so I slide in my low-low fo sho' grab my pesos compadre slow tho' don't take my photo/ In a mo' mo' lookin' out the window with a fo fo why you roll solo?/ Cause don't nobody know what I know fa sho'/ Buy my weed hoes little Eazy tell Jesus to let me be/ I drink Hennessey till I can't see, where's my regime?/ Smack pencils when my end's low/ I'm still in my Lexo smokin' perfectos/ Pumpin' petro baby let's go I got death notes/ Til the rap flow, in the wind tinted up again '89 on twins/ Tell my secret to the moonlight, praise God makin' my tomb right/ To my friends, hop out the Benz if you are envious of my ends, hop out the Benz if you are envious of my ends

-Chorus-

-Bizzy Bone-
Envious envious where they're trust no one ... Remember remember

-Bizzy Bone-
End it all for the kids/ Mama wanna know what I did when I had no place to live, addicted to ghetto violence/ Me and my nigs gimme a swig kick that shhh/ And the devil strikes on the runway/ To L.A. I remember the day, with little Eazy and Krayzie history in the makin/ Finally made it man I can't wait to get paid/ And I signed at seventeen fuckin' with my thugs we thought we had it made/ I better wake up but I was young then drunk off the Hen and so was my friends and I ended up broke with platinum records no not again/ Then then then then then will the end begin? Nobody knows, bitches don't suppose/ And it might be 1999 then it might be 2004 baby let's roll for the 7th Sign seven seven/ Man they don't know I started this in '85

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