Из альбома: War Is On
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 cock, cock, glock Watch man's life shall squash
Now i've stuck like war, pump like war, pump like war, (pump like war)
And so you wanna follow me for triple dollar bills? What's your salary?
You can holler and then go fall when you talk Then you go
bustin down the door on the general, when the federal general's
on a mission
(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? 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 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 LA
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 were my friends Then I ended up broke with platinum records
No not again Then, then, then, then, then will the end begin
Nobody knows, cuz bitches don't suppose, and it might be 1999,
Then it might be 2004 Baby let's roll for the 17th sign
(seven, seven, seven, seven)
Man they don't know, I started this in '85
(chorus 2x)