Ride For This Lyrics by Fabolous

Ride For This Lyrics

    (talking [ja rule] {fabolous})
    {we trin' to kill these niggas}

    [yo]
    {yea, uh huh, yea}
    [we in the door now]
    {yea}
    [holla, rule nigga, with the f-a-b-o haha, yea]
    {yea}
    [cluemanatti]
    {my nigga}
    [holla back nigga]
    {yea, uh, yea}
    [irv gotti]
    {yea}
    [murder inc.]
    {uh, yea, uh}
    {run'em down nigga]

    [fabolous]
    Load the 4-4 up
    Im the reason the price of raw go up
    Jump outta of the lambo, and the doors go up
    Hit you and your ho up
    From the torso up
    Leave ya'll there til the ?? or the law show up
    Im that nigga they say preforming so the whores show up
    Why cop?, i rob you, ice your roll up
    I pop bottles, ain't no need for no cup
    Roll the pure dro up, stroll the floor tore up
    The difference between fab and ya'll, after i pick an auto up
    Every month i ain't gotta give more doe up
    Fuckin' with this you'll buy a washer when the shore slow up
    I have it when ya kids see-saw go up
    I see four blow up
    Check these diamonds, no flaws show up
    My niggas clap up parties, shoot tour shows up
    What ya'll know bout head til a chicks jaw swoll up
    Goin' gold minutes after the gates on stores go up
    You know who done it now, few hundred miles
    And with shoes on it now
    It's like a few hundred thou
    When we run up this guns 2 stomach style
    Got to flaunt it now
    Nigga who want it blawgh

    (chorus)
    [ja rule]
    Ride for this
    Where my niggas at get high to this
    Where ya'll at
    Die for this
    Throw guns up to the sky for this
    Where ya'll at
    Ride for this
    Where my niggas at get high to this
    Where ya'll at
    Die for this
    Throw guns up to the sky for this
    Where ya'll at

    [fabolous]
    Yo, you must wanna die
    From the nigga you testify against
    Fabolous make bail before they identify the prints
    Swing by a vince, in a buggy eye with tents
    Sittin on nineteen's, gun stash by the vents
    Niggas is lookin at the chain cause they eyes squint
    I pull up, pull out, pull back
    Them guys will sprint
    Last nigga that talked slick and been replyin' since
    Got a deal, no sellin', been supplyin since
    Leave niggas on the ground like tire prints
    We done make ya eyes look bent, just by the sense
    These niggas dont believe, then they gone die convinced
    Once i present the four fifth why comment
    Im the type you tell ya dame bout
    Push a fellow brain out
    Leave'em in front of the spot that they sell cocaine out
    One single, had to tint the yellow range out
    Everybody runnin' up tryin' to spell the name out (f-a-b-o-l-o-u-s)

    (chorus)
    [ja rule]
    Ride for this
    Where my niggas at get high to this
    Where ya'll at
    Die for this
    Throw guns up to the sky for this
    Where ya'll at
    Ride for this
    Where my niggas at get high to this
    Where ya'll at

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