[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: x2]

(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: x2]



[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: x2]



[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: x2]