Thug Warz Lyrics

Thug Warz lyrics

[Chorus]

 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

 

 [Verse 1: Fredro Starr]

 Yo Yo 

 The head nigga in charge, king of New York

 Greatest of all time, you wanna talk streets lets talk

 WE ARE THE STREETS

 Forever check my wall report

 Theres no way out except

 Entertainment, drugs and sports

 Feds try to shut us down, without a reasonable doubt

 Supreme cliental legal drug money on paper routes

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

 My road to riches dont want dies like life after death

 Its 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, lisence to ill Kriminal mind

 To understand there was a comin' of age

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

  

 [Chorus: 2x]

 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

 

 [Verse 2: Napoleon]

 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  (wha')  cause of course u hate it, watch how we rise

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

 Then I load 'em up, one by one shootin' dont 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 mutha, fucka then bust yo' rocket 

 Firestarr ~ n ~ other people attack yo' pocket

 

 [E.D.I. Mean]

 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 sireen'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   (huh)

 We head strong, so fuck it nigga let'z get it on

 

 [Chorus: 2x]

 All my real street niggaz throw your guns up

 throw your guns up, throw your guns up

 

 [Chorus: 2x]

 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