[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