Thug Warz Lyrics by Fredro Starr

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 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 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

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