Freddie Foxxx/Bumpy Knuckles - How We Ride lyrics

[F] You got real street n***as that ride on your side They know the code, it's either do it or die [H] I got real street n***as that ride on my side, what They know the code, either do it or die [F] You got rich street n***as 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 pa**ion? 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 n***a that tryed me, what, he came apart He dropped mine, and they took his heart so don't start [Heather] You got real street n***as that ride on your side, what They know the code, either do it or die [Freddie] I got real street n***as that ride on my side They know the code, it's either do it or die [Both] Who got real street n***as that ride on they side, huh They know the code, it's either do it or die [Heather] You got real street n***as 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 n***as that carry toast I'm ya emcee, lyrical host Stretch a n***a if he stand too close My n***as know who the boss is The 240 pound bald-headed k**er - that don't know what a loss is We like black Yukons and Navigators Real street agrivators, and we'll k** you in a suit and gators Don't get it f**ed up - n***as'll run you like plays And cut you like 'Back in the days' I got real street n***as 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 b**ha 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 n***a be in My n***as seein what I'm seein Bustin out the back window when we fleein We heard your radio record, you b**h n***a Now we sittin back waitin to rob this fake rich n***a Biters and snitch n***as, get put in PC like lyrical police Stay the f** away from me I'd rather bounce to Jerse' and rock with Heather B Then f** with fake a** n***as, that ain't like me [H] You got real street n***as that ride on your side, huh They know the code, either do it or die [F] You got real street n***as that ride on your side baby They know the code, it's either do it or die [Both] We got real street n***as that ride on our side, huh They know the code, it's either do it or die [Both] We got REAL street n***as that ride on our side, huh They know the code, it's either do it or die, what