[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 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 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 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 - 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 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 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 bitch 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 fuck away from me
I'd rather bounce to Jerse' and rock with Heather B
Then fuck with fake ass 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