Lyrics We Are the Streets - The Lox
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)
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1 Can I Live
2 Breathe Easy
3 Felony Niggas
4 Wild Out
5 Blood Pressure
6 Recognize
7 Y'all Fucked Up Now
8 Scream L.O.X.
9 U Told Me
10 Ryde or Die, Bitch
11 Bring It On
12 If You Know
13 We Are the Streets
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