Fabolous - Ride For This [feat. Ja Rule] lyrics

Album: Ghetto Fabolous (2001)

(Talking [Ja Rule] {Fabolous})
{We tryin´ to kill these niggas}

[Yo]
{Yeah, Uh Huh, Yeah}
[We in the door now]
{Yeah}
[Holla, Rule nigga, With the F-A-B-O haha, Yeah]
{Yeah}
[Cluemanatti]
{My nigga}
[Holla back nigga]
{Yeah, Uh, Yeah}
[Irv Gotti]
{Yeah}
[Murder Inc.]
{Uh, Yeah, Uh}
{Run´em down nigga]

[Fabolous]
Load the 4-4 up
I am the reason the price of raw go up
Jump outta of the Lambo, And the doors go up
Hit you & your ho up, from the torso up
Leave y´all there ´til the coroner or the law show up
Im that nigga they say preforming so the whores show up
Why cop? I rob you, ice your Rol´ up
I pop bottles, aint no need for no cup
Roll the pure ´dro up, stroll the floor to´ up
The difference between Fab & y´all, after I pick an auto up
Every month I aint have got to give more doe up
F*ckin´ with this you will buy a washer when the shore slow up
I´ve 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 is 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
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
Die for this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Where ya´ll at

[Fabolous]
Yo, You must want to 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
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 & 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 dont believe, Then they gone die convinced
Once I present the four 5th why comment
Im 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#
[Ja Rule]
Ride for this
Where my niggas at get high to this
Where ya´ll at
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

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