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