How We Ride Lyrics - Singles - Da Beatminerz

You got real street niggas that ride on your side 

They know the code, it's either do it or die 

I got real street niggas that ride on my side, what 

They know the code, either do it or die 

You got rich street niggas that ride on your side 

They know the code, it's either do it or die 

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 tried me, what, he came apart 

He dropped mine and they took his heart so don't start 

You got real street niggas that ride on your side, what 

They know the code, either do it or die 

I got real street niggas that ride on my side 

They know the code, it's either do it or die 

Who got real street niggas that ride on they side, huh 

They know the code, it's either do it or die 

You got real street niggas that ride on your side, huh 

They know the code, either do it or die 

My walk through 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 emceein' 

Kinda reflects 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 

You got real street niggas that ride on your side, huh 

They know the code, either do it or die 

You got real street niggas that ride on your side baby 

They know the code, it's either do it or die 

We got real street niggas that ride on our side, huh 

They know the code, it's either do it or die 

We got real street niggas that ride on our side, huh 

They know the code, it's either do it or die, what