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Da Beatminerz - How We Ride lyrics
f/ Freddie Foxxx, Heather B [F] You got real street niggas that ride on your side They know the code, it's either do it or die [H] I got real street niggas that ride on my side, what They know the code, either do it or die [F] You got rich street niggas that ride on your side They know the code, it's either do it or die [Heather B] So what the world gon' tell us Me and mine too strong and rebellious - the petties stay jealous Find me in the dusty cellars, writing To feed the 5,000 fellas, hustlers, and street dwellers Heather B devoted, quote it I feed the desperate and demoted Want passion? I'm loaded - The truth, I uphold it Wisdom, I tote it Bet that outdoes me, Heather B self promoted I know thieves, thugs, and crooks We be ridin, and I don't care how it look You better take it easy 'fore you get that took Yo my mans and them be off the hook, PA! My peoples be's behind me so I fears nobody Foxxx push the Navie, while I'm ridin shotty The last nigga that tryed me, what, he came apart He dropped mine, and they took his heart so don't start [Heather] You got real street niggas that ride on your side, what They know the code, either do it or die [Freddie] I got real street niggas that ride on my side They know the code, it's either do it or die [Both] Who got real street niggas that ride on they side, huh They know the code, it's either do it or die [Heather] You got real street niggas that ride on your side, huh They know the code, either do it or die [Freddie Foxxx] My walk thru life is iller than most niggas that carry toast I'm ya emcee, lyrical host Stretch a nigga if he stand too close My niggas know who the boss is The 240 pound bald-headed killer - that don't know what a loss is We like black Yukons and Navigators Real street agrivators, and we'll kill you in a suit and gators Don't get it fucked up - niggas'll run you like plays And cut you like 'Back in the days' I got real street niggas that ride, right or wrong They always on my side, so bring it on Take ya picture, then we come and get'cha - ya little bitcha We bust ya with them four pound shells, that split'cha when they hit'cha My unpredictable style of emceeing Kinda reflectes the unpredictable zone a nigga be in My niggas seein what I'm seein Bustin out the back window when we fleein We heard your radio record, you bitch nigga Now we sittin back waitin to rob this fake rich nigga Biters and snitch niggas, get put in PC like lyrical police Stay the fuck away from me I'd rather bounce to Jerse' and rock with Heather B Then fuck with fake ass niggas, that ain't like me [H] You got real street niggas that ride on your side, huh They know the code, either do it or die [F] You got real street niggas that ride on your side baby They know the code, it's either do it or die [Both] We got real street niggas that ride on our side, huh They know the code, it's either do it or die [Both] We got REAL street niggas that ride on our side, huh They know the code, it's either do it or die, what |
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