(feat. Outlawz)

[Chorus]

All my real street ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%'z fo' life, disaster strikes on Judgement Day

[Chorus: x2]

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

Mutha$#&@a 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
^!$$% 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, $#&@a then bust yo' rocket
Firestarr ~ n ~ other people attack yo' pocket


[E.D.I. Mean]
Yo' it's serious biz-, we hand deliver this %#@!
If you want, it's door to door service

Hand 'em and scream makes it more worth it
Hold up I'm lying Cause %#@! I'm gettin' money now
So I drop fifty thou. and take a trip back to the isle

Come back to the states like "%#@! 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 ^!$$%'z from Jersey

And if you in tha way well %#@! you be there long (huh)
We head strong, so $#&@ it ^!$$% let'z get it on


[Chorus: x2]
All my real street ^!$$%z throw your guns up
throw your guns up, throw your guns up


[Chorus: x2]
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