Fabolous - "Ride For This (feat Ja Rule)" lyrics
(Talking [Ja Rule] {Fabolous})
{We tryin' 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.]
{Run'em down nigga]
{Uh, Yea, Uh}
[Fabolous]
I'm the reason the price of raw go up
Load the 4-4 up
Jump outta of the Lambo, And the doors go up
Leave y'all there 'til the coroner or the law show up
Hit you and your ho up, from the torso up
Im that nigga they say preforming so the whores show up
Why cop' I rob you, ice your Rol' up
Roll the pure 'dro up, stroll the floor to' up
I pop bottles, ain't no need for no cup
Every month I ain't gotta give more doe up
The difference between Fab and y'all, after I pick an auto up
Fuckin' with this you'll buy a washer when the shore slow up
I have it when ya kids see-saw go up, a C4 will 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)
{We tryin' 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.]
{Run'em down nigga]
{Uh, Yea, Uh}
[Fabolous]
I'm the reason the price of raw go up
Load the 4-4 up
Jump outta of the Lambo, And the doors go up
Leave y'all there 'til the coroner or the law show up
Hit you and your ho up, from the torso up
Im that nigga they say preforming so the whores show up
Why cop' I rob you, ice your Rol' up
Roll the pure 'dro up, stroll the floor to' up
I pop bottles, ain't no need for no cup
Every month I ain't gotta give more doe up
The difference between Fab and y'all, after I pick an auto up
Fuckin' with this you'll buy a washer when the shore slow up
I have it when ya kids see-saw go up, a C4 will 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
Where ya'll at
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Ride for this
Where ya'll at
Where my niggas at get high to this
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
Swing by a vince, In a buggy eye with tents
Fabolous make bail before they identify the prints
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
Leave niggas on the ground like tire prints
We done make ya eyes look bent, Just by the sense
Got a deal, No sellin', Been supplyin since
These niggas dont believe, Then they gone die convinced
Im the type you tell ya dame bout
Once I present the four fifth why comment
Push a fellow brain out
Leave'em in front of the spot that they sell cocaine out
Everybody runnin' up tryin' to spell the name out (F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S)
One single, Had to tint the yellow Range out
(Chorus)
[Ja Rule]
Ride for this
Where ya'll at
Where my niggas at get high to this
Die for this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Ride for this
Where my niggas at get high to this
Where ya'll at
Where ya'll at
Ride for this
Where my niggas at get high to this
Where ya'll at
Die for this
Where ya'll at
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Ride for this
Where ya'll at
Where my niggas at get high to this
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
Swing by a vince, In a buggy eye with tents
Fabolous make bail before they identify the prints
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
Leave niggas on the ground like tire prints
We done make ya eyes look bent, Just by the sense
Got a deal, No sellin', Been supplyin since
These niggas dont believe, Then they gone die convinced
Im the type you tell ya dame bout
Once I present the four fifth why comment
Push a fellow brain out
Leave'em in front of the spot that they sell cocaine out
Everybody runnin' up tryin' to spell the name out (F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S)
One single, Had to tint the yellow Range out
(Chorus)
[Ja Rule]
Ride for this
Where ya'll at
Where my niggas at get high to this
Die for this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Ride for this
Where my niggas at get high to this
Where ya'll at
Where ya'll at
*** Complimentary Ride For This (feat Ja Rule) Ringtone ***
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