Thug Warz lyrics

Artist  : Fredro Starr 
Song : Thug Warz



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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
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
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  (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, f**ka 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 sh*t 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 sh*t you be there long
  (huh)
We head strong, so f**k 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