Lyrics:

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.

Chorus:

(we in the projects projects, heeeyyyyyyy, yeah)
I'm thuggisg ruggish and way too strong, yeah.
I'm thuggish ruggish and way too strong.
(we in the projeccts, 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, heeeyyyyyyy, yeah)
I'm thuggisg ruggish and way too strong, yeah.
I'm thuggish ruggish and way too strong.
(we in the projeccts, projects, heeeyyyyy, yeah)
I'm thuggish ruggish and way too strong, way too
strong, way too strong, way too strong...

Verse 1:('what?, what?' repeated 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 Im fin to
flip out, then dissappear in the rain. Those suckas can sue me, do me, ain't
seen a thing. Prison made me loyal murda will make me scream been bustin with my regime fiends gonna rob me for tha 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 sallary? 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 thugish rugish said a way
too strong...

(chorus)

Verse 2:('what?, what?' repeated in rhythm in background)

Projects like Y-A, sell rocks, slide in my low-low, for sho. Grab my pesos,
compadre. Slow down,(aww shit). Don't take my photo. In a mo-mo, lookin out the
window with a fo-fo. Why you roll solo? Cus don't nobody know what I know, for
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,(in) eighty-nine or
twins. Tell my secrets to the moonlight, praise God(for) making my tomb right.
To my friends, hop out the Benz if yer envious of my ends. Hop out the Benz if
yer envious of my ends.

thugish rugish said a way too strong..

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): remeber? 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 n my nigs, gimme a swig,kick that(shhhh).
And the devil strikes on the runway to L.A. I remeber the day with little Eazy
and Krayzie. History in the making. Finally made it. Man I can't wait to get
paid, and I signed at seventeen. Fucking 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, cus bitches don't suppose,
and it might be 1999, then it might be 2004. Baby, Let's roll for tha seventh
sign (seven, seven, seven, seven). Man, they don't know I started this in '85.

thugish rugish said a way too strong...