DA BEATMINERZ

DA BEATMINERZ - How We Ride

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(feat. 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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