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Intro:
Dj Unique. We need to take ’em back to the projects, man
Like 1988. Let me hit somethin’ real quick. Mmmmm Hmmmm. Oh what? What? What? What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
Wha……..? We are way too strong
Chrous:
(We in the projects projects, heeeyyyyy, yeah)
I’m thuggish ruggish and way too strong, yeah
I’m thuggish ruggish and way too strong
(We in the projects projects, heeeyyyyy, yeah)
I’m thuggish ruggish and way too strong, I said
Way too strong, I said way too strong
(We in the projects projects, heeeyyyyy, yeah)
I’m thuggish ruggish and way too strong, yeah
I’m thuggish ruggish and way too strong
(We in the projects projects, heeeyyyyy, yeah)
I’m thuggish ruggish and way too strong, way too
Strong, way too strong, way too strong…
Verse 1: (’what?, what? ’ repreated in rhythm in background)
Somebody hide my homeboy, and I’m prayin’ those same old
Enemies try some
Drainel things. One of my friend’s is comin’ with or without ya
Plus I’m to flip out, then dissappear in the rain
Those sucka’z 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 money, cash all’s around me
Rebel with a cause with a sawed off buck shot
Good side, pass off five (if i) shot that boss
Glass eye go c***, c***, Glock. Watch man’s life shall squash
Now I’ve struck like blood, pump like blood, pump like blood, (pump like blood)..
*And so you wanna dollar, make a triple dollar bill, but what’s your salary
No love up for that nigga, in the bone we can talk
Gotchour number and the chips up, if they kill em/
When the federal general ona mission(Thuggish Ruggish say)
(chorus 2x)
Verse 2: (’what?, what? ’ repeated in rhythm in background)
Projects like Y-A, sell rocks, slide in my low-low, fo’ sho’
Grab my pesos, compadre. Slow down, (aww shit)
Don’t take my photo, in a mo-mo, lookin’ out the window with a four-four
Why you roll solo? cause don’t nobody know what I know, fo’ 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, Pennsylvania, my ends low, I’m still in my Lexus smokin’ perfectos
Pumpin’ petro. Baby, let’s go, I got death notes
Till the rap flows, 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
(chorus 2x)
Verse 3: (’what?, what? ’ repeated in rhythm in background)
Envious (envious), well they’re just no-one (just no-one)
Envious (envious), well they’re just no-one (just no-one)
Envious (envious), well they’re just no-one (just no-one)
Envious (envious), remember, remember, remember?
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 (ssshhhh)
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 17
Fuckin with my thugs, we thought we had it made
I better wake up. But I was young and drunk off the Henn
And so was my friends. Then I ended up broke with platinum records
No not again. Then, then, then, then, then will the end begin
Nobody knows, cause bitches don’t suppose, and it might be 1999
Then it might be 2000 and 4. Baby let’s roll for the 7th sign
(seven, seven, seven, seven)
Man they don’t know, I started this in ’85
(chorus 2x)
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