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Fredro Starr - Thug Warz
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[chorus] All my real street niggaz throw your guns up Throw your guns up, throw your guns up Id 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 youll 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 war 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 ghettos trying to kill me, lisence to ill kriminal mind To understand there was a comin of age We niggaz fo life, disaster strikes on judgement day [chorus: 2x] Id 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 youll be comin with slugs [verse 2: napoleon] I aint got time for dem lies, I gotta get mines Muthafucka ask shyne hell 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 Its a critical game, we pledge plead for this blood If you a thug it dont 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 its serious biz-, we hand deliver this shit If you want, its door to door service Hand em and scream makes it more worth it Hold up Im lying cause shit Im 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 Im gonna bust em and then vacate the scene Before the sireens scream, 2001 look how my team gleam Comin up quick, like we out there pitchin them birdies Terrorize the whole game, with my niggaz from jersey And if you in tha way well shit you be there long (huh) We head strong, so fuck it nigga letz get it on [chorus: 2x] All my real street niggaz throw your guns up Throw your guns up, throw your guns up [chorus: 2x] Id 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 youll be comin with slugs
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