[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