Lyrics Fredro Starr

Fredro Starr

Thug Warz

All my real street niggaz throw your guns up

Throw your guns up, throw your guns up

I'd rather have enemies

'Cause fear last longer than love

In the streets nothing stronger than thug

We all bleed the same color

Weather you a crip or a blood

You want more you'll be comin' with slugs

Yo, yo, the head nigga in charge, king of New York

Greatest of all time, you wanna talk streets let's talk

We are the streets, forever check my wall report

There's no way out except entertainment, drugs and sports

Feds try to shut us down without a reasonable doubt

Supreme clientèle legal drug money on paper routes

Till the death do us part for money, power, respect

My road to riches don't want dies like life after death

It's hell on earth, the block is hot 400 degreez

The truth tell us what envy all eyes on me

A top-dawg said the game is to be sold not told

Pulled out the ill-matic 16 shots to your dome

Capital punishment black trash trapped in crime

The ghetto's trying to kill me, license to ill Kriminal mind

To understand there was a comin'' of age

We nigga'z fo' life, disaster strikes on Judgment Day

I'd rather have enemies

'Cause fear last longer than love

In the streets nothing stronger than thug

We all bleed the same color

Weather you a crip or a blood

You want more you'll be comin' with slugs

I'd rather have enemies

'Cause fear last longer than love

In the streets nothing stronger than thug

We all bleed the same color

Weather you a crip or a blood

You want more you'll be comin' with slugs

I ain't got time for dem lies, I gotta get mines

Muthaf**ka ask Shyne, he'll tell you I rise

Do 'em dirty this time, worked with Phillis this time

You outta line tryin' to war with us shootin' that nine

Gotta our back against the wall, so its ball or die'

Outlaw 'cause of course you hate it, watch how we rise

(Wha'?)

Nigga I street talk, the gangsta' walk to be like this

Then I load 'em up, one by one shootin' don't miss

It's a critical game, we pledge plead for this blood

If you a thug it don't matter, the crypt fo' this 'cuz

Outlaw muthaf**ka then bust yo' rocket

Firestarr and other people attack yo' pocket

Yo' it's serious biz, we hand deliver this shit

If you want, it's door to door service

Hand 'em and scream makes it more worth it

Hold up I'm lying 'cause shit I'm gettin' money now

So I drop fifty thou and take a trip back to the isle

Come back to the states like shit what a vacation

My mind on Makaveli and this money we taken

I'm gonna bust 'em and then vacate the scene

Before the siren's scream, 2001 look how my team gleam

Comin' up quick like we out there pitchin' them birdies

Terrorize the whole game, with my nigga'z from Jersey

And if you in tha way well shit you be there long

We head strong, so f**k it nigga let'z get it on

All my real street niggaz throw your guns up

Throw your guns up, throw your guns up

All my real street niggaz throw your guns up

Throw your guns up, throw your guns up

I'd rather have enemies

'Cause fear last longer than love

In the streets nothing stronger than thug

We all bleed the same color

Weather you a crip or a blood

You want more you'll be comin' with slugs

I'd rather have enemies

'Cause fear last longer than love

In the streets nothing stronger than thug

We all bleed the same color

Weather you a crip or a blood

You want more you'll be comin' with slugs