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Correct Thug Warz Lyrics
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[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 There's 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 don't 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 I'll 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 it's 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' 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 'cause 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
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