Bizzy Bone Way 2 Strong Lyrics

-Bizzy Bone-Intro-
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 c___ c___ 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 f___ 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 f___in' 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, b____es 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

-Chorus-

-Bizzy Bone-

Always ...