Jadakiss - What You Ride For? lyrics

Album: Kiss the game goodbye (2001)

[Fiend] WHOMP! WHOMP!

[Chorus: Fiend]
What you ride for? What you die for? BOUNCE!
I got some bitches that´ll ride for me, die for me (WHOMP!)
What you ride for? What you die for? BOUNCE!
I got some bitches that´ll ride for me, die for me (WHOMP! WHOMP!)

[Fiend]
Cornbread by the ki, the language when you call on a G
Prices cut (?) when you ballin on me
Sleepy I will f*ck all over your jones, holla at my cousin for zones
He don´t communicate with Fiend unless you are buildin a home
Hustler kill on his momma, before he short me
Shoot him in his heart then go take it to heart, see gon´ mob me(?)
Ghetto red hot, seventeen ward block
Yes I issue more shit for you to cop, then store it by the docks
Hide the fun if you can not afford cops
So aint no tellin where your boy rots
I employ Rotts that be wildin off the rocks
Speak in fives - like gimme what you got
And still pop a nigga ass from the rooftop
And still catch the ´Kiss performance later with The L.O.X.
We real raw - my dog collar signin with the R & R
F*ck with me you blow up with your car, (?)

[Yung Wun]
How come I do not stop in this
You want to ride get in & get gone, have got to get my thug on
You want to war? Okay.. alright.. bring it on
Touch me, you ashes (boy) I ama leave you gaseous (uh-huh)
I am a ghetto bastard if I want it let me have it (woo!)
You play the game raw, I make a f*ckin mess (BLAOW!)
You play thug in the streets I am wavin at your chest (nigga)
You heard about me boy, you do not want no drama
I make it hard for you to breathe in the streets
while finessin your baby momma - get your mind right shawty
while you poppin that X, I ama pop yo´ chest
And leave you dead in the party like soakin wet
That is what happens when you flex
In the A-T-L shawty don´t be caught in the hype
I make two phone calls from a pay phone & there go your life

[Chorus] - 2X

[Eightball]
Yea
I, lock shit like a, big pimp nigga
Eight mackin with no, fake shit nigga
Coast to coast tossin hoes with my clique nigga
Stick my clip in, & do a hit for ´Kiss nigga
Dirty money - the only way for this nigga
Hustle after hustle - tryin to be a rich nigga
If I get caught up, I will never be a snitch nigga
We pimpin hard charge it all to a bitch nigga
Under my denim is a big fo´-5th nigga
F*ckin with me is like, jumpin off a cliff nigga
And I do not practice I was born with this gift nigga
Pure pimpin from my brain to my lips nigga
Sticky green takes my mind on a trip nigga
In A-T-L I get my Gucci down at Phipps nigga
We call em slabs in New York they call em whips nigga
One hundred baby - Eightball have got to dip nigga

[Jadakiss]
Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh, uh - yo when I am loadin the clips, niggaz I hate, face be on ´em
That is why I stopped coppin the guns with safeties on ´em
When I touch down, call me up, I am on the porch
with the mac, servin niggaz "Eightballs" & up
You want to know why niggaz is broke, because they hate money
The rims that I am sittin on is in they late twenties
Bitches want to see me holla at ´em, throw a dollar at em and
if they hustle throw some hard or some powder at ´em
This is for my South niggaz
Gold & platinum ice in they mouth niggaz
LET´S RIDE OUT NIGGAZ
Everybody gon´ follow the bitches
till they realize, bullets gon´ follow the stitches
On the other hand, shit´s real low, it is a fact that
nine out of ten niggaz mouths get em killed though
What you ride for? What you die for?
Cause I got some niggaz & some bitches that is my word that I kill for

[Chorus] - 2X


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