Tytuł: Ride For This

• Wykonawca: Fabolous
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[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