Fabolous
Ride For This 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 upIm the reason the price of raw go upJump outta of the Lambo, And the doors go upHit you and your ho upFrom the torso upLeave ya’ll there til the ?? or the law show upIm that nigga they say preforming so the whores show upWhy cop?, I rob you, Ice your Roll upI pop bottles, Ain’t no need for no cupRoll the pure Dro up, Stroll the floor tore upThe difference between Fab and ya’ll, After I pick an auto upEvery month I ain’t gotta give more doe upFuckin’ with this you’ll buy a washer when the shore slow upI have it when ya kids see-saw go upI see four blow upCheck these diamonds, No flaws show upMy niggas clap up parties, shoot tour shows upWhat ya’ll know bout head til a chicks jaw swoll upGoin’ gold minutes after the gates on stores go upYou know who done it now, Few hundred milesAnd with shoes on it nowIt’s like a few hundred thouWhen we run up this guns 2 stomach styleGot to flaunt it now
Nigga who want it blawgh
(Chorus)[Ja Rule]Ride for thisWhere my niggas at get high to thisWhere ya’ll atDie for thisThrow guns up to the sky for thisWhere ya’ll atRide for thisWhere my niggas at get high to thisWhere ya’ll atDie for thisThrow guns up to the sky for this
Where ya’ll at
[Fabolous]Yo, You must wanna dieFrom the nigga you testify againstFabolous make bail before they identify the printsSwing by a vince, In a buggy eye with tentsSittin on nineteen’s, Gun stash by the ventsNiggas is lookin at the chain cause they eyes squintI pull up, Pull out, Pull backThem guys will sprintLast nigga that talked slick and been replyin’ sinceGot a deal, No sellin’, Been supplyin sinceLeave niggas on the ground like tire printsWe done make ya eyes look bent, Just by the senseThese niggas dont believe, Then they gone die convincedOnce I present the four fifth why commentIm the type you tell ya dame boutPush a fellow brain outLeave’em in front of the spot that they sell cocaine outOne 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 thisWhere my niggas at get high to thisWhere ya’ll atDie for thisThrow guns up to the sky for thisWhere ya’ll atRide for thisWhere my niggas at get high to this
Where ya’ll at