Artist: Speedy Loc feat. Bandit Album: Cuete: Northern Warriors - SK Everyday Song: Norteņos Ride (Do or Die) Typed by: bonethug11@msn.com [Speedy Loc] Ever since a youngsta I was gang related The Norte Cama Islands I was affiliated At a very young age I was down for mine Throwin' up the 1-4 fuckin' every time We beat them vatos down in them old days It was hella crazed in the barrio I was raised So we packed the gat in this town that I'm at Decoto Killafornia where their homies be strapped We rolled hella deep Cuatro carros on the creep Lookin' for a scrapa 'bout to put him to sleep Cuz us Norteņos love to put in work Kill a fuckin' scrap and leave his ass in the dirt And then they wonder Why they goin' up under us Sport the wrong color Get you hit like thunder Until my death I hold my rag up high I'll be a Norteņo til the day I die [Chorus] Straight northsider and we're buckin' 'em down End it til I die representin' Dodge Town Two Decoto loc's coming from the bay Where scrap killins' all day everyday [Bandit] Yo just touchdown from the bay See for silly West Coast riders now I know you're feelin' me We struggle done hit the streets Structure comin' through You sellin' dope You better be sellin' for my crew Mind straight Conteplatin' on how and to clock a grip Northside soldiers behind the walls They claim we don't slip I gots Young Speedy by my side Now I'm ready to ride We're in the camarada studio representin' northside I'm known to take no shit And settle petty issues Call one shot and make your own folks diss you Rippin' tissue We'll leave your body twitchin' punk Blood just spittin' up Whole team of killers Three strike candidates So there ain't no givin' up Slept two hours this weak Prayin' to the gods til my lyrics peak Somethin' to the fake players in the game Lying to pull a ho East Bay Gangster I know you know my name bro Bandit, a real killer from the bay No love for D-O's that's what I'll say [Chorus] [Speedy Loc] Now look into the eyes of killa on the realla Northside ridah creepin' wit the milla Jackin' scrilla Red hangin', norteņo bangin' Who-ridin' on these scraps and slangin' I ain't never been a punk So just take a trip through Decoto Killafornia Where we pack them clips in You can catch us hella deep up in the low-ride Creepin' through the bay throwin' up northside And I'll be puttin' it down from Decoto to Oaktown Back to Frisco, San Jo, and Richtown And every north city that's all flamed up Where they're ready to buck and cut and not give a fuck Cuz in that east bay scraps are straight gettin' stuck Shanked like a mutha fucka thrown in the cuts And we be doin' dirt and these sur's can't stand it It's me Speedy Loc and that older homie Bandit [Chorus]