Hey, DJ U-Neek, we need to take 'em back to the projects man like 1988. Let me hit something real quick {lights up.} Ohh whoa, whoa whoa... Yee haa (What what what...) We are way too strong!
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(We in the projects, projects hey yeah) I'm thuggish ruggish and way too strong/ I thug way too strong, I thug way too strong, I thug way too strong...
Bizzy Bone
Somebody hide my homeboy/ And I'm prayin' those same old enemies try and strangle thangs/ 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/ Fiend gonna rob me for the love of money, jackers 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 now squashed/ Now I've struck like what? Pump like what? Pump like what? And so you follow me to make that silver dollar bill, where's your salary? (?) the Bone and gain control got you/ Runnin' with a chance to be the killer/ And the Federal General's on a mission; It's to win and fuck 'em all
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Bizzy Bone
Projects like Y.A. sell rocks, 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, ho's/ Little Eazy tell Jesus to let me be, I drink Hennessey till I can't see/ Where's 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 til the rap flow in the wind/ Tinted up again '89 on twins/ Tell my secret to the moonlight, praise God makin' my tune 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
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Bizzy Bone
Envious, envious/ Well they just don't learn/ Envious, envious/ Well they just don't learn/ Envious, envious/ Well they just don't learn/ Envious, envious/ 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 shhh/ And the devil strikes, on the runway to L.A. I rememeber 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, buckin' with my thugs; We thought we had it made/ I better wake up, 'fore I was young then/ Drunk off the Henn 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