Intro:
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DJ Unique. We need to take 'em back to the projects, man.
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Like 1988. Let me hit somethin' real quick. Mmmmm Hmmmm. Oh what? what? what? what? what? what? what?
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what? what? what? what? what? what? what? what? what?
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what? what? what? what?
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wha........? We are way too strong.
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Chrous:
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(We in the projects projects, heeeyyyyy, yeah)
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I'm thuggish ruggish and way too strong, yeah.
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I'm thuggish ruggish and way too strong.
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(We in the projects projects, heeeyyyyy, yeah)
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I'm thuggish ruggish and way too strong, I said
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way too strong, i said way too strong.
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(We in the projects projects, heeeyyyyy, yeah)
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I'm thuggish ruggish and way too strong, yeah.
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I'm thuggish ruggish and way too strong.
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(We in the projects projects, heeeyyyyy, yeah)
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I'm thuggish ruggish and way too strong, way too
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strong, way too strong, way too strong...
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Verse 1: ('what?, what?' repreated in rhythm in background)
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Somebody hide my homeboy, and i'm prayin' those same old
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enemies try some
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drainel things. One of my friend's is comin' with or without ya.
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Plus i'm to flip out, then dissappear in the rain.
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Those sucka'z can sue me, do me, ain't seen a thing.
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Prison may make me loyal, murda may make me scream.
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I been bustin' with regime, fiend gonna rob me.
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For the love of money, cash all's around me.
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Rebel with a cause with a sawed off buck shot,
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good side, pass off five (if i) shot that boss,
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glass eye go cock, cock, glock. Watch man's life shall squash.
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Now i've struck like blood, pump like blood, pump like blood, (pump like blood)..
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*and so you wanna dollar, make a triple dollar bill, but whats your salary
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wanna come holler, and then go fall..when you talk, got you runnin' with the chance to be the killer when the federal genaral's on a mission nigga it's to win and fuck em' all(i'm a Thuggish Ruggish said and way too strong)(chorus 2x)
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Verse 2: ('what?, what?' repeated in rhythm in background)
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Projects like Y-A, sell rocks, slide in my low-low, fo' sho'.
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Grab my pesos, compadre. Slow down, (aww shit).
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Don't take my photo, in a mo-mo, lookin' out the window with a four-four.
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Why you roll solo? Cuz don't nobody know what i know, fo' sho'.
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Buy my weed hoes, Little Eazy tell Jesus to let me be.
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I drink Hennessey till i can't see. Where's my regime?
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Smack, Pennsylvania, my ends low, i'm still in my Lexus smokin' perfectos,
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pumpin' petro. Baby, let's go, I got death notes,
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Till the rap flows, in the wind (wind), tinted up again (again),
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in '89 on twins (twins). Tell my secret to the moonlight,
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praise God makin' my tomb right.
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To my friends, hop out the Benz if you are envious of my ends.
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(chorus 2x)
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Verse 3: ('what?, what?' repeated in rhythm in background)
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Envious (envious), well they're just no-one (just no-one).
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Envious (envious), well they're just no-one (just no-one).
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Envious (envious), well they're just no-one (just no-one).
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Envious (envious), remember, remember, remember?
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End it all for the kids,
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mama wanna know what I did when I had no place to live.
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Addicted to Ghetto violence, me and my nigs,
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gimme a swig, kick that (ssshhhh).
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And the devil strikes on the runway to L.A.
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I remember the day, with Little Eazy and Krayzie.
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History in the makin', finally made it.
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Man I can't wait to get paid and I signed at 17.
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Fuckin with my thugs, we thought we had it made.
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I better wake up. But I was young and drunk off the Henn,
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and so was my friends. Then I ended up broke with platinum records.
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No not again. Then, then, then, then, then will the end begin.
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Nobody knows, cuz bitches don't suppose, and it might be 1999,
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Then it might be 2000 and 4. Baby let's roll for the 7th sign
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(seven, seven, seven, seven).
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Man they don't know, I started this in '85.
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(chorus 2x)
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Way Too Strong
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Bizzy Bone |