We Are The Streets

Shit
Feel this

<hook #1>
If your hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you (fuck you)
Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you (fuck you)
And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you (fuck you)
Only my man blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you
<repeat 2x's>

[jadakiss]
Yo, everybody's a snake
That's why i try to keep the grass cut
So i can see 'em when they coming
Then i heat they ass up
Cuz' them niggas that you went to school with
Will catch you while you in your new whip
And turn your brains into cool whip
Niggas that you running round getting ass with
Ain't gon' help you do nothing but carry your casket
Got the nerve to ask kiss why i smoke so much
And how i'm such a young nigga that seem to know so much
While you was running round pumping for niggas
I was listening
And you still pumping for niggas
I'm coming through visiting
You heard, l-o-x came through in a yellow lex
And hop out with the air force one's with yellow checks
And you liable to see me dolo, icing the rolo
Burner under the polo, alot of y'all is homos
Funny style niggas never down with me
Type that go to the bathroom, sit down and pee
I'll empty your house, back of your cribs, smacking your kids
Bullets going through your leather, cracking your ribs
Don't even hit me on my hip if i ain't give you a call
And i ain't got a home phone number, i live on the road
Now i'm getting bigger checks, conference calls with bigger 'xecs
Bigger bracelets with bigger begets,
Fuck y'all
[styles]
All i do is get high, and think of faving you all
Motherfuckers hit 'cha knees and just pray to the lord
I'd rather die today than live tomorrow
Then watch you crab motherfuckers just steal and ball
Put in my work, you might get put in a church
Funeral time, everybody kissing the corpse
Learn the ropes, stone rip if you soft, you pissing me off
Call me s.p., and i spit on your boss
You can die cause this shit might happen to me
But i'mma still happen to be, packin the 3
Fuck with bitches that be wrappin the keys
And the niggas that bug over drug money, clappin the d
Shoot in the breeze, 9 in the boot, full of trees
1 in the morning, catch me with a gun on the corner
Let you know it's all real and you can front if you wanna
I understand, fuck it dog, die in the can
I say you pussy, you won't die for your right-hand man
As well as your left, niggas trip, fell into death
They touch you, only thing else to say is fuck you
[sheek luchion]
A-yo, y'all niggas ain't hardcore, all my niggas is homicide
What you know about getting shot, letting the drip dry
Letting the spit fly, seeing sparks whiz by
Putting a m*a*s*h on niggas like klinger and horgi
So soft you smushy, i blast 'til your shit is gushy
Should be the head cat in the broadway play, you pussy
Fuck with sheek, ouija board spell "death"
You can talk that beef shit, i hope that deep shit
Be as deep as you inside the fucking cement
Or you can deep sea dive, with no scuba gear
I'll drown you with your snorkel on, bitch, breathe out of there
Whole team rich, never seen a summer like this
Baking hot, and you can sled ride down my wrist, neck, and hand
When it comes to coke, i can make a snowman, shit
Play in this shit make a angel with it
And i don't give a fuck about that 380 that y'all share
Between the 10 y'all with the same 8 bullets from last year
When i bust i use snubs, denim flee in the spot
The hand i write with need a oven glove, my shit so hot
I want the most, roley only work when it's next to my post
Fuck a present gimme a yacht master, regular bezzy
Then i'm good when i'm in the hood and i'm on the block
You got a gut feeling about shit, nigga, that means you shot, what

<hook #1>
If you hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you
Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you
And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you
Only my man's blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you
<hook #2>
I'll tell you in your face, fuck you
Pull it off my waist, hit you up, fuck you
And watch you die on the street, fuck you
Whoever feel sad at the funeral, fuck them too

Intro:
Sp killer
Yeah yeah yeah, l-o-x, l-o-x motherfucker
Niggas don't know how we bout to come this time
No more shiny suits
None of that shit

Chorus: x2
[sheek luchion]
We gonna r.u double f.r.y.d.e
[jadakiss]
Revolver, semi-automatic and a p.g.
Hooptie getaway driver breathe easy
[sheek luchion]
Explain thing further
Murder or get murdered

Verse 1:
[styles paniro]
Half of the hustle, half of them killers
All of them niggas wanna kill paniro
Better send the guerrilla's
Cause beef is like a brand new car
You better ride
Everytime i sleep i die
Wish i was gone (ya know)
Felt dumb when i was young
I used to wish i was on
I'ma stay blunted and red with one in the head
Niggas thinkin' they the don
Till their shit get bombed
I put 4 in your shootin' arm
2 in your legs
Like 10 in your chest
The last one in your head
I give you the whole clip,
Like you cheated and stole shit
Knocked off the pack, flossed and no chips
You know the business
Empty rap kill your co-defendant
Keep it male and catch a body in trial
If you want a nigga dead than do it holiday styles
Come with 2 guns up and empty both off the clips
Kill you whole fuckin' crew and go 'n smoke on the fifth

Chorus: x2

Verse 2:
[sheek luchion]
Yo, yo, yo
I come to your town on a peter pan, no jack
One pair of clothes, 2 hoes and buggy with that
Wanna beef me?, y'all niggas is borrowin' heat
Callin' all across town to borrow a full pound
Meanwhile this nigga got his guns to your noggin
While your man with the heat is with some bitch up in the project
He clappin' at you, you duckin', makin' you dance
You should have spent it on some guns
Instead of iceberg pants
What, l.o.x. off top, pullin' our triggers
With our guns on our lap, we ride around like cali niggers(westsiiide)
Target motherfuckers, cold hearted motherfuckers
Stead of young dumb your moms, and whoever she got with her
There's a new-born in the house,
Then i'm killin' the babysitter
Y'all niggas all clowns in sheek eyes
Your moms would wear glasses,
With the nose disguise around me
Talkin greasy
Y'all like watermelons
Big but crack easy

Chorus: x2

Verse 3:
[jadakiss]
Now if you know jay,
I never been a brother to front
I be in l.a. wearin' any colors i want
Rock guns like shirts, block under the punk
And i put somethin' hot, anyone of you chumps
And i know a few of you wanna get my watch
But it a be funeral if you get my watch
It ain't nothing y'all can do to stop the lox' wealth
Run up in a gunstore, cop the top shelf
The crack-game is dead, all they want is weed now
Chicks that i went to school with, a seed now
You know kiss, stocky bald head, light brown
Ice down, in my roll look like nighttown
To all y'all lil' jada's for the 1000th time
I recall hittin' your moms or writin' your rhymes
And just because you might have seen me,
In and out of your house
Is no way that she gon have a baby out of her mouth

Chorus: till end

Yeah
Two guns up motherfucker
Uh huh
Yeah
Niggaz runnin around yappin with dicks in they mouth
My niggaz
Shit is serious l.o.x.
Couldn't even put three niggaz togehther and come up
With this combination (faggot)
Shit is fo' real
Yo

[styles]
I pack a 4 5
Puff a blunt and get high
Don't give a fuck if i die cuz my son is alive
I grew up doing dumb shit that made me wise
Could of died ten times
That made me live
Sell my soul
Not for no cars and gold
I been through it cuz my scars is old
Remember the time
I used to puff dimes
And think the law was cold
Back then when my mom played my father's role
Now i'm a man
Runnin with a gun in the vest
It feel good with my son on my chest
I wanna quit
But i'm one of the best
Fuck around i might run to the west
Lay low and get blunted to death
Niggaz is wack
I can't say it plainer than that
Dog you shine in the front but it rain in the back
Fuck the middle
Cuz the middle do alot and a little
Stuck in between but y'all niggaz won't see the riddle
Settle for less
A general but don't meddle my chest
Die for my niggas nevertheless
Can't find a nigga better than this
Kiss and the louch
Every man ahead of the group
Regretting the coup
Y'all niggas want the red in my boots
Hole in my shirt
Twist a nigga wig and leave me dead in the dirt
I see the rollie not move but the shit still work
Motherfucker that'll make you a jerk
Cocksucker

Chorus:
Ay yo what y'all gon do now
Y'all fucked up now
Niggas
How deep is your crew now
Y'all fucked up now
Don't make us heat you down (you know what i'm sayin ?diego?)
Y'all fucked up now (this aint no fuckin joke niggas is hungry)
We the nicest niggas around (fuck is wrong)
Y'all fucked up now (yeah yeah ay yo ay yo ay yo)

[sheek]
I pay off blue suits thats sucio
And i put drugs in my girl koochie yo
A bad bitch that kill
So when you put the dogs on her you smell massengill summer's eve
Puttin drugs in coffee hip to the d's
I play smarter
That's why my flights now be charter
Ten seater
What you know about a porsche at a meter
Next to koochie freak those
Tickets keep those
And you can mail to my postbox down in melrose
I aint the nigga that you see
Posted on cop walls
I'm that eighteen and up
Mamis on my balls
Y'all can't figure the great one
Sheek be jason
Not cops
But that legendary nigga my pops
I bust shots like bums at a bar but far
>from a lush
Everything about this cat be plush
And i'm quick to do dirt since i'm through your shirt
Like nothing
Lift a arm i hit those under your wing
Yo why you following this cat
Hey he about to get pushed back
You could poke your chest out in the street
That's cool
But in a bing this fool
Was like louis rich meat
We don't run from y'all
We scatter for guns on y'all
What you know about two 380's inside a basketball
And when it's beef
Store on his side with burners on coronas
We the best that ever did it
If you need us telephone us
What the fuck nigga

Chorus

[jadakiss]
Yo
A nigga wanna go to war with kiss
Find him a ditch
Old school niggas tell me i remind of rich
Cuz i take the kids shopping and send em on bus trips
Hoppin out a rough six
With sweats and scuffed kicks
I supply all the dealers and tell em to stuff nix
I done signed every autograph and took every flick
I'm quite sure that i coulda hit
Every chick
But i didn't ones that i did gave em heavy dick
All day
The lox flow hotter than broadway
Election time tryin na cop blow in the hallway
And their aint enough plates for y'all to eat with me
Stingy nigga but i share my slugs equally
I put half where your waist at
And half where your face at
Yo we in from a new spot let somebody taste that
From your street rappin's only one of my plans
I got dirty south niggas payin a hundred a gram
And i could care less how much you shift the scan
However you get it you supposed to hit your man
But we don't hold the grudges
We control the budgets
And do whatever the fuck we wanna do nigga fuck it

Chorus

Intro: sheek
Ugh
You know we had to 'dis right
Hugh hugh
You know we had to 'dis right
Hugh hugh
It just wouldn't be right

Verse one:sheek

Yo
Ayo
Yo i'ma b-boy standin in my b-boy stance
Glock on my hip is big is the dick in my pants
You don't want nuttin wit sheek you soft as fuck
I leave a single shotgun shell on top of your truck
Wit a horseshoe to let you know you pressin' ya luck
You don't want nuttin wit kiss, nuttin wit styles
You don't wanna end up food for the crocadiles
I'd take the gun off ya waste and smack ya
And turn around and point it at ya mink and give you one
I'm the reason why ya peeps not in icu
Cause believe me when you ain't watchin i see you
From the hamptons to the place where you like to eat
I put somethin in them mams you keep thinkin is sweet
I'm in the bushes all night calm wit' the tommy
Waitin for you to skinny dip wit' that mommy
While she waitin for the night i'm waitin for her flight

Chorus: jadakiss
2x

No we ain't
Wit dem
No more cause we ruffrydin
Get it out ya head now
Lox is back now
Show a little love now
Pump it in the club now

Verse two: jadakiss

Yo if you should die tonight
It's cause i said peel his cap
We on ruffryders now
How real is that
It's the kiss of death everybody know j- face
Us gettin off similar to oj's case
Just better rhymes and better beats involved
Less politics more of the streets involved
Things always go smooth when the heats involved
Sign today or get beat tommorow
First one talkin that family shit
And get a lotta doe and don't give the family shit
I don't care how many ? you wrote
I just wanna see how you gonna dance when your neck get broke
If yall do fall down i'ma scoop the ?
No shiny suits
Everybody boots and jeans
The industry is one thing being real is another
That means i'll steal your mother

Chorus: 2x

Verse three: styles

Yo if you left the peak ballin i don't feel yo ass
I wish duke was still alive and they killed yo ass
You can keep an industry but don't you come to the hood
I got a thousand niggas like me and they feel like suge
If you think i'm beefin for nuttin then rob me dog
I'm from the hood
And i ain't bee robbed before
Tell you screw all the paper work
You can lie in dirt
Walk through the valley nigga tell me if the iron hurt
Ruffryder now cause that's where the bombs at
And i tell niggas fuck that car jack
Take the roley out the air put the don back
Can't wear shiney suits on combat
Guess i got personal beef
You worse then a thief
Probably be your man that'll work you to sleep
We goin put the guns down and we ain't bringin a crew
You got friends that hate yo ass more than we do nigga

Outro: l.o.x.

We don't give a fuck about ya (3x)
We gonna be alright with out ya

Chorus: (6x)

Ohh
Ay yo swizz
What's up
I told you baby this the one right here
This is the one
Sheek louch
Omigod
Yo yo yo ay yo

Chorus 2x:
Ay yo y'all niggas want war?
Bring it on c'mon
Y'all want war with sheek?
Bring it on c'mon
Y'all tryin na stop how i eat?
Bring it on c'mon , bring it on c'mon , bring it on c'mon


[sheek: verse 1]
Yo how you gon talk shit when you soft as pudding
Knowing the work that these real thugs put in
We too legit
Let me hear you rap something bout us
I'ma break the hands of the man who wrote your shit
We take minks off backs
Them grime niggas in clubs that make niggas walk
With them bodyguard cats
I'm glad i'm free
I feel like harriet tubman came and got me
>from the white man property
It's all glitz and glitter but no cash you getting
You hear the difference in that shit that i'm spittin
Double r
That's street shit and that's the way it has to be
Myself , sheek louch , and i'm still mtv
I can talk about guns
Go out smack some nuns
Then flip and do a song with country music and shit
Don't ever play lox for no fucking retard
Cuz your dough aint that long that you can't see god
Plus these rap niggas out here respect the god
They know we spit that shit so they respect our sound
They know how hard a motherfucker is and water that's down
Here that's that shit right there
I swear from yonkers motherfucker
We'll bust in the air
Aint nobody killin clouds over here
Respect us
You bleed how we bleed
We bust how you bust
Yo swizz help me out sing this chorus for us
C'mon

Chorus 2x

[verse 2]
Ay yo this here is for them cats that wild nonstop
Can't dance just play the club and bop
No respect for the law
Fuck security son
Cuz you big that aint stopping me from bustin my gun
It's a fact that fire burns and shit stink
It's also a fact that your vest only protectin your chest
You aint think about your head when you was talkin that mess
Or this knife
Across your face scar you for life
Now do you really wanna rock that ice?
Heh heh
Do your security really love your life?
Or do they just want their check
You think they gon take one in the neck
For a nigga with no respect
For his crew
Man we don't wear half on chinese food
Slept in the same bed
Same chick gave us head
Brothers , and we aint gon stop till we all dead
Aint shit gon change
Just the dough gon change
Fuck a bentley
I'm good with a rubberband colored range
I empty a clip at you you send nothing in exchange
Y'all niggas mad soft no heart all brains
But what's smart when a dumb dumb burst your heart
I'm done now but first hold up hold your applause
I got one question to ask y'all do y'all niggas want war?

Chorus 6x

[swizz ad libs to end]

Intro:
[sheek]
Yo i might get drunk
[jadakiss]
Jeckel and hyde
Roll these with lemons
[sheek]
I'm tellin' y'all niggas
Swizz beatz

Chorus:
[all]
If you know, like we know, like they know
L.o.x. is the best
If you know, like we know, like they know
Swizz beatz is the best
If you know, like we know, like they know
Ruff ryders is the best
If you know, like we know, like they know
We'll bring it to their chest

Verse 1:
[sheek a.k.a louch]
Yo if i can't make money
Then you can't either
If i didn't have to rap
I have blown in the freezer
[styles a.k.a holiday]
If i can't rock nikes
Or tim's with double soles
I have the 9 in the pound
And leave your ass full of holes
[jada a.k.a kisseastwood]
If i didn't push a benz
And i didn't push a lex
Then the ambulance will come
And they be pushin' on your chest
[swizz beatz]
If i couldn't hit the studio
And make another record
For my double r niggas
I'll lay y'all on stretchers
[sheek a.k.a louch]
Now i might get drunk
Or i might get high
But my game stay trump
And my style stay fly
[styles a.k.a holiday]
I might hit a dime
Or i might hit a duece
And when i wanna go to war
Is when you wanna call a truce
[jada a.k.a kisseastwood]
I might buy 'em cooked
Dough i might buy 'em raw
And i might tap your chin
Or i might cross your jaw
[swizz beatz]
Now i might go 18's
I might go 20's
I might use dumdums
Cause y'all niggas dummies

Chorus:

Verse 2:
[sheek a.k.a louch]
Ayo, me without weight
Is like harlem without 8
[jada a.k.a kisseastwood]
Yeah, me with no funds
Is like queens with no dunns
[styles a.k.a holiday]
And me with no beef
Is like brooklyn with no guns
[swizz beatz]
Man and me with no beats
Is like cali with no blunts
[sheek a.k.a louch]
First i got head from her
Then i hit her from the back
Then she told me that she hustled
So i hit her with a pack
[jada a.k.a kisseastwood]
Yeah, screw how many mics you got
How much ice you got
My bullets'll make you icy-hot
[styles a.k.a holiday]
Y'all, all my niggas killas
We don't talk on the phone
And give a way better message
When we come in your home
[swizz beatz]
Yo, catch me down-south
When i'm pumpin' up things
And my name ain't rover
Don't jump on my rings
[sheek a.k.a louch]
Man, you gotta have your hustle right
When you up in the game
[jada a.k.a kisseastwood]
You gotta have your lawyor money
For you firm-aly change
[styles a.k.a holiday]
And don't you leave out the house
Without bringer your things
[swizz beatz]
We gonna ruff ryde, nigga
>from here to the bank

Interlude:
[sheek a.k.a louch]
What you greaseball cocksuckers thought it was over
This double r, nigga, l.o.x.
We are the streets
When the kennels is open the dogs is biting, bitch
Shits real

Verse 3:
[drag-on]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I might pull up in a v,
That cost more than a buck
Then turn around and burn it
Cause you thought it was plush
[eve]
Anytime i get on fire
I get a car to match
And tell any rapper you name
You gard it black
[drag-on]
When i bust my hammer
I nail my nigga
We the ruff ryder family
All hail, my niggas
[eve]
And i might ride, i might die
That's up to the lord
And my niggas might come home
That's up to the ?
[drag-on]
Yo, if money make you feel good
I'm happy with lead
Joe pesci-style
Kickin' niggas after they dead
[eve]
Picture the litter
Hold the 4-5th for my niggas
Writin' the venom
Ass look right in the dinner
[drag-on]
?dockin'? you pay
Word from me you clockin' the yay
I hustle for real
Let you hold the block for a day
[eve]
Pull it in your brain
And give you a hot idea
You wanna low
Here's a casket you can hide out there

Chorus: til fade