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You got real street niggas that ride on your sideThey know the code, it's either do it or dieI got real street niggas that ride on my side, whatThey know the code, either do it or dieYou got rich street niggas that ride on your sideThey know the code, it's either do it or dieSo what the world gon' tell usMe and mine too strong and rebellious, the petties stay jealousFind me in the dusty cellars, writingTo feed the 5,000 fellas, hustlers and street dwellersHeather B devoted, quote itI feed the desperate and demotedWant passion? I'm loaded the truth, I uphold itWisdom, I tote itBet that outdoes me, Heather B self promotedI know thieves, thugs and crooksWe be ridin' and I don't care how it lookYou better take it easy 'fore you get that tookYo my mans and them be off the hook, PAMy peoples be's behind me so I fears nobodyFoxxx push the Navie, while I'm ridin' shottyThe last nigga that tried me, what, he came apartHe dropped mine and they took his heart so don't startYou got real street niggas that ride on your side, whatThey know the code, either do it or dieI got real street niggas that ride on my sideThey know the code, it's either do it or dieWho got real street niggas that ride on they side, huhThey know the code, it's either do it or dieYou got real street niggas that ride on your side, huhThey know the code, either do it or dieMy walk through life is iller than most niggas that carry toastI'm ya emcee, lyrical hostStretch a nigga if he stand too closeMy niggas know who the boss isThe 240 pound bald-headed killer that don't know what a loss isWe like black Yukons and NavigatorsReal street agrivators and we'll kill you in a suit and gatorsDon't get it fucked up, niggas'll run you like playsAnd cut you like 'Back in the days'I got real street niggas that ride, right or wrongThey always on my side, so bring it onTake ya picture, then we come and get'cha, ya little bitchaWe bust ya with them four pound shellsThat split'cha when they hit'chaMy unpredictable style of emceein'Kinda reflects the unpredictable zone a nigga be inMy niggas seein' what I'm seein'Bustin' out the back window when we fleein'We heard your radio record, you bitch niggaNow we sittin' back waitin' to rob this fake rich niggaBiters and snitch niggas, get put in PC like lyrical policeStay the fuck away from meI'd rather bounce to Jerse' and rock with Heather BThen fuck with fake ass niggas that ain't like meYou got real street niggas that ride on your side, huhThey know the code, either do it or dieYou got real street niggas that ride on your side babyThey know the code, it's either do it or dieWe got real street niggas that ride on our side, huhThey know the code, it's either do it or dieWe got real street niggas that ride on our side, huhThey know the code, it's either do it or die, what |