| 歌曲 | We Are the Streets |
| 歌手 | The LOX |
| 专辑 | We Are the Streets |
| 作词 : Dean, Jacobs, Phillips, Styles | |
| 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) |
| zuò cí : Dean, Jacobs, Phillips, Styles | |
| 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 bboy standin in my bboy 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 nbsp? you wrote | |
| I just wanna see how you gonna dance when your neck get broke | |
| if yall do fall down i' ma scoop the nbsp? | |
| 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 |