Fabolous F/ Ja Rule - "Ride For This" lyrics

(Talking [Ja Rule] {Fabolous}) {We trin' to kill these niggas} [Yo] {Yea, Uh Huh, Yea} [We in the door now] [Holla, Rule nigga, With the F-A-B-O haha, Yea] {Yea} {Yea} [Cluemanatti] {My nigga} {Yea, Uh, Yea} [Holla back nigga] {Yea} [Irv Gotti] {Uh, Yea, Uh} {Run'em down nigga] [Murder Inc.] [Fabolous] Load the 4-4 up Im the reason the price of raw go up Hit you and your ho up Jump outta of the Lambo, And the doors go 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) Ride for this [Ja Rule] Where my niggas at get high to this Where ya'll at Die for this Throw guns up to the sky for this Ride for this Where ya'll at Where my niggas at get high to this Where ya'll at Die for this Throw guns up to the sky for this [Fabolous] Where ya'll at Yo, You must wanna die From the nigga you testify against Swing by a vince, In a buggy eye with tents Sittin on nineteen's, Gun stash by the vents Fabolous make bail before they identify the prints I pull up, Pull out, Pull back Niggas is lookin at the chain cause they eyes squint 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 These niggas dont believe, Then they gone die convinced We done make ya eyes look bent, Just by the sense 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 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 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 Ride for this Where my niggas at get high to this Where ya'll at