Ride for This
Ja Rule, Fabolous
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[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 I'm 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 y'all there till the coroner or the law show up I'm 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 y'all, 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 y'all know bout head till 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 to 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 y'all at Die for this Throw guns up to the sky for this Where y'all at Ride for this Where my niggas at get high to this Where y'all at Die for this Throw guns up to the sky for this Where y'all 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 Sitting on nineteen's, gun stash by the vents Niggas is looking 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 don't believe, then they gone die convinced Once I present the four fifth why comment I'm 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]
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Written by: ERNESTO SHAW, JOHN JACKSON, JOHN DAVID JACKSON, KEN IFILL
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