Thug Warz Lyrics - Singles - Fredro Starr

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 clientle 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 

Muthafucka 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 muthafucka 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 fuck 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