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SINGER: Bizzy Bone
SONG:Way To Strong
{bizzy - talking} Dj u-neek, we need to take 'em back to the projects, man Like 1988, let me hit somethin real quick We are way 2 strong {chorus: repeat 2x} (we in the projects, projects, yeah) I'm thuggish ruggish and way 2 strong I'm thuggish ruggish and way 2 strong (we in the projects, projects, yeah) I'm thuggish ruggish and way 2 strong I said way 2 strong, i said way 2 strong Way 2 strong, way 2 strong, way 2 strong {verse 1: bizzy} Somebody hide my homeboy And i'm prayin those same old enemies try (???) 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, murda may make me scream I been bustin with regime, fiend gonna rob me For the love of $, cash, shots around me Rebel with a cause with a sawed-off buckshot Good side, pass off five shots If i shot that boss glass eye go cock, cock, glock watch Man's life shall squash Now i've struck like war, pump like war, pump like war And so, you follow me for triple dollar bill What's your salary? you can holler then go fall when you talk (????????) the general When the federal general's on a mission (?????????) {chorus: repeat 2x} {verse 2: bizzy} Projects like y-a, sell rocks slide in my low-low, for sho' Grab my pesos, compadre slow down don't take my photo In a mo-mo lookin out the window with a four- four Why you roll solo? cuz don't nobody know what i know, fo sho' Buy my weed hoes, little eazy tell jesus to let me be I drink hennessey til i can't see, where my regime? Smack, pennsylvania my end's low I'm still in my lexus smokin perfecto's, pumpin petro Baby let's go, i got death notes Till the rap flow in the wind (wind) tinted up again (again), in 89 on twins (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: repeat 2x} {verse 3: bizzy} Envious, envious, well they're just no one Envious, envious, well they're just no one Envious, envious, well they're just no one Envious, envious, well they're just no one End it all for the kids Mamma wanna know what i did, when i had no place to live Addicted to ghetto violence, me and my nigs Gimme a swing, kick that shh... 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 I can't wait to get pay, and i signed at 17 Fuckin with my thugz, we thought we had it made I better wake up, but i was young the drunk off the hen And so was my friendz 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 sing, seven, seven Man, they don't know i started this in 85 {chorus: repeat 2x}
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