We Are the Streets lyrics

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

f/ Drag-On, Eve, Swizz Beatz

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

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]

One , one , one
Yeah!
It's the second time around!
Ya know , ya heard , (y'all know who this is)
The real L.O.X. (no doubt)
As we proceed
To get rid of that bullshit (that's right)
And give you what you need

CHORUS:
Scream L
Cuz we livin and we love the life
Scream O
We official and we override
Scream X
Cuz we experts and experienced (who is it nigga)

f/ Eve

(Sheek ad libbing)

[Sheek]
Now you can quote me on this

I bust my gun

Also quote me on this

I handle my biz

I knew it was my house when Run was sayin it was his

I aint lyin

Aint no cords or no steam in this iron

But it is a permanent press

Have these 38 shells spray starch your chest

Leave you stiff

Coroners make ashes of you

One , one , one

Yeah!

It's the second time around!

Ya know , ya heard , (y'all know who this is)

The real L.O.X. (no doubt)
As we proceed

To get rid of that bullshit (that's right)

And give you what you need

CHORUS:

Scream L

Cuz we livin and we love the life

Scream O

We official and we override

Scream X

Cuz we experts and experienced (who is it nigga)

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

Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff 
Huh...Ruff Ryders (Ryde or Die (overlap))
Don't get it twisted ya'll (yea yea yea (overlap)
Ruff Ryders..(..ta fuck i'm talking about right here)
Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
Don't get it twisted ya'll (yea yea yea (overlap)
Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
Don't get it twisted ya'll (yea yea yea (overlap)

The headphones is on fire dis time around, Styles
Blood Pressure
Y'all just bear wit me
Yo, last time I'ma tell these niggas, man
Can't fuck around, man
Jada, man
Whoever
Old nigga, new nigga
Wha!! Yo, yo, yo...

Verse 1: Jadakiss

Who really da best rapper since B.I.G. ain't here
Y'all know da answer to dat when Kiss ain't here
When you see me, don't ask me nothin about us

Crazy Time!

Whoa (My Dawgs)

Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, (OK)

Whoa, Whoa (yo,yo,yo), Whoa, (yo, yo, yo)

Whoa, (yo) WHoa, (yo) Whoa, Whoa

Chorus 1

Wild Out!! (cmon)

Wild Out!! (uh huh)

Wild Out!! (If ya glad that L-O-X is Ruff Rydin now!!, cmon niggas)

Wild Out!! (whooo, what, what)

Wild Out!! (wild out, wild out, wild out)

Wild Out!! (All My niggas throw your guns up, yo ,yo)

Verse 1

Shhh (Two guns up mothafucka, Two guns up mothafucka (overlap))

Real shit...Styles P Shit..

If P want you dead, I aint comin' wit niggas
Just a blunt and a tre pound, plenty of liquor

So ya homies got something to pour

That's that old school shit

I aint tryin' to put you under the floor

I'm tryin' ta bang niggas over the clouds

and I heard you say you rich

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:

f/ Kasino

CHORUS

Can I Live?

Hell yeah but you still gon die
Cmon nigga you a thug

But I'm still gon cry

And you done learned off experience

I'm still gon ride

They kill me, you gon kill them?

I still got pride

Can I Live?

Hell yeah but you still gon die

Cmon nigga you a thug

But I'm still gon cry

And you done learned off experience

I'm still gon ride

Shit
Feel this

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

[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