[{"id":24281531,"name":"Way 2 Strong","trackName":"Way 2 Strong","artistName":"Bizzy Bone","albumName":"The PJs","duration":304.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Bizzy - talking]\nDJ U-Neek, we need to take 'em back to the projects, man\nLike 1988, let me hit somethin real quick\nWe are Way 2 Strong\n[Chorus: repeat 2x]\n(We in the projects, projects, yeah)\nI'm Thuggish Ruggish and Way 2 Strong\nI'm Thuggish Ruggish and Way 2 Strong\n(We in the projects, projects, yeah)\nI'm Thuggish Ruggish and Way 2 Strong\nI said Way 2 Strong, I said Way 2 Strong\nWay 2 Strong, Way 2 Strong, Way 2 Strong\n[Verse 1: Bizzy]\nSomebody hide my homeboy\nAnd I'm prayin those same old enemies try (???) things\nOne of my friends is comin with or without ya\nPlus, I'm finna flip out then disappear in the rain\nThose suckas can sue me, do me ain't seen a thing\nPrison may make me loyal, murda may make me scream\nI Been bustin with regime, fiend gonna rob me\nFor The Love Of $, cash, shots around me\nRebel with a cause with a sawed-off buckshot\nGood side, pass off five shots\nIf I shot that boss glass eye go cock, cock, glock watch\nMan's life shall squash\nNow I've struck like war, pump like war, pump like war\nAnd so, you follow me for triple dollar bill\nWhat's your salary? you can holler then go fall when you talk\nwhen your runnin' with your gauge up in the middle\nWhen the federal general's on a mission\nfor my niggas holla\n[Chorus: repeat 2x]\n[Verse 2: Bizzy]\nProjects like Y-A, sell rocks slide in my low-low, for sho'\nGrab my pesos, compadre slow down don't take my photo\nIn a mo-mo lookin out the window with a four- four\nWhy you roll solo? cuz don't nobody know what I know, fo sho'\nBuy my weed hoes, Little Eazy tell Jesus to let me be\nI drink Hennessey til I can't see, where my regime?\nSmack, Pennsylvania my end's low\nI'm still in my Lexus smokin perfecto's, pumpin petro\nBaby let's go, I got death notes\nTill the rap flow in the wind (wind) tinted up again (again), in 89 on twins\n(twins)\nTell my secret to the moonlight, praise God makin my tomb right\nTo my friends, hop out the Benz if you are envious of my ends\nHop out the Benz if you are envious of my ends\n[Chorus: repeat 2x]\n[Verse 3: Bizzy]\nEnvious, envious, well they're just no one\nEnvious, envious, well they're just no one\nEnvious, envious, well they're just no one\nEnvious, envious, well they're just no one\nEnd it all for the kids\nMamma wanna know what I did, when I had no place to live\nAddicted to ghetto violence, me and my nigs\nGimme a swing, kick that shh...\nAnd the devil strikes on the runway to L.A.\nI remember the day with Little Eazy and Krayzie\nHistory in the makin finally made it\nI can't wait to get pay, and I signed at 17\nFuckin with my thugz, we thought we had it made\nI better wake up, but I was young the drunk off the Hen\nAnd so was my friendz\nAnd I ended up broke with platinum records, no, not again\nThen, then, then, then, then, will the end begin\nNobody knows, bitches don't suppose\nAnd it might be 1999, then it might be 2004\nBaby, let's roll for the 7th Sing, seven, seven\nMan, they don't know I started this in 85\n[Chorus: repeat 2x]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Way 2 Strong\n  artist: Bizzy Bone\n  album: The PJs\n  duration_ms: 304000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Bizzy - talking]\n  DJ U-Neek, we need to take 'em back to the projects, man\n  Like 1988, let me hit somethin real quick\n  We are Way 2 Strong\n  [Chorus: repeat 2x]\n  (We in the projects, projects, yeah)\n  I'm Thuggish Ruggish and Way 2 Strong\n  I'm Thuggish Ruggish and Way 2 Strong\n  (We in the projects, projects, yeah)\n  I'm Thuggish Ruggish and Way 2 Strong\n  I said Way 2 Strong, I said Way 2 Strong\n  Way 2 Strong, Way 2 Strong, Way 2 Strong\n  [Verse 1: Bizzy]\n  Somebody hide my homeboy\n  And I'm prayin those same old enemies try (???) things\n  One of my friends is comin with or without ya\n  Plus, I'm finna flip out then disappear in the rain\n  Those suckas can sue me, do me ain't seen a thing\n  Prison may make me loyal, murda may make me scream\n  I Been bustin with regime, fiend gonna rob me\n  For The Love Of $, cash, shots around me\n  Rebel with a cause with a sawed-off buckshot\n  Good side, pass off five shots\n  If I shot that boss glass eye go cock, cock, glock watch\n  Man's life shall squash\n  Now I've struck like war, pump like war, pump like war\n  And so, you follow me for triple dollar bill\n  What's your salary? you can holler then go fall when you talk\n  when your runnin' with your gauge up in the middle\n  When the federal general's on a mission\n  for my niggas holla\n  [Chorus: repeat 2x]\n  [Verse 2: Bizzy]\n  Projects like Y-A, sell rocks slide in my low-low, for sho'\n  Grab my pesos, compadre slow down don't take my photo\n  In a mo-mo lookin out the window with a four- four\n  Why you roll solo? cuz don't nobody know what I know, fo sho'\n  Buy my weed hoes, Little Eazy tell Jesus to let me be\n  I drink Hennessey til I can't see, where my regime?\n  Smack, Pennsylvania my end's low\n  I'm still in my Lexus smokin perfecto's, pumpin petro\n  Baby let's go, I got death notes\n  Till the rap flow in the wind (wind) tinted up again (again), in 89 on twins\n  (twins)\n  Tell my secret to the moonlight, praise God makin my tomb right\n  To my friends, hop out the Benz if you are envious of my ends\n  Hop out the Benz if you are envious of my ends\n  [Chorus: repeat 2x]\n  [Verse 3: Bizzy]\n  Envious, envious, well they're just no one\n  Envious, envious, well they're just no one\n  Envious, envious, well they're just no one\n  Envious, envious, well they're just no one\n  End it all for the kids\n  Mamma wanna know what I did, when I had no place to live\n  Addicted to ghetto violence, me and my nigs\n  Gimme a swing, kick that shh...\n  And the devil strikes on the runway to L.A.\n  I remember the day with Little Eazy and Krayzie\n  History in the makin finally made it\n  I can't wait to get pay, and I signed at 17\n  Fuckin with my thugz, we thought we had it made\n  I better wake up, but I was young the drunk off the Hen\n  And so was my friendz\n  And I ended up broke with platinum records, no, not again\n  Then, then, then, then, then, will the end begin\n  Nobody knows, bitches don't suppose\n  And it might be 1999, then it might be 2004\n  Baby, let's roll for the 7th Sing, seven, seven\n  Man, they don't know I started this in 85\n  [Chorus: repeat 2x]\n"}]