Ride for This (feat. Ja Rule)

We tryna kill these ****

Yo

We in the door now

Holla

Rule, ****

With the F A B O, ha ha

Yeah

Cluemanatti

Holla back, ****

Irv Gotti, Murder Inc.

Run 'em down, ****

Load the fo' fo' up, I'm the reason the price of raw go up

Jump out 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 ****, they say performin' 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 'tween Fab and y'all after I pick a auto up

Every month I ain't gotta give more dough up

Fuckin' with this, your body wash up when the shore slow up

I have it when yo' kid's see-saw go up, a C4 blow up

Check these diamonds, no flaws show up

My **** clap at parties, Shooter shows up

What y'all know 'bout head till a chick jaws swole up?

Goin' gold minutes after the gates, some stores go up

Y'all know who done it now, few hundred miles

Then with shoes on it now, it's like a few hundred thou'

When we run up, it's guns, two stomach style

Got a tooth on it now, ****, who want it? Blow

Ride for this, where my **** 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 **** at?

Get high to this, where y'all at?

Die for this, throw guns up

To the sky for this, where y'all at?

Yo, y'all must wanna die from the **** you testify against

Fabolous make bail before they identify the prints

Swing by events in the buggy eye with tints

Sittin' on nineteens, gun stash by the vents

**** is lookin' at the chain 'cause they eyes are squint

I pull up, pull out, pull back, them guys will sprint

Last **** that talked slick ain't  been replyin' since

Got a deal, no sellin', been supplyin' since

We leave **** on the ground like tire prints

Weed that'll make ya eyes look bent just by the scent

These **** don't believe, then they gon' die convinced

Once I present the four fifth, why comment?

I'm the type you tell your 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, tryna spell the name out

Ride for this, where my **** 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 **** at?

Get high to this, where y'all at?

Die for this, throw guns up

To the sky for this, where y'all at?