Thug Warz Fredro Starr (Ft. Outlawz & Sticky Fingaz)

[Hook]
All my real street niggas 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 Clientele legal drug money on paper routes
Till the death do us part for money, power, respect
My road to riches No one dies like life after death
Its hell on earth, the block is hot 400 degreez
The truth jealous will envy all eyez on me
A top dogg 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, license to ill criminal mind
The understanding was a comin' of age
We nigga'z fo' life, disaster strikes on Judgement Day