[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