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Interpret:
Fabolous Feat. Ja Rule
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| Ride For This
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F/ Ja Rule - Ride For This
(Talking [Ja Rule] %7BFabolous%7D)
%7BWe trin to kill these niggas%7D
[Yo]
%7BYea, Uh Huh, Yea%7D
[We in the door now]
%7BYea%7D
[Holla, Rule nigga, With the F-A-B-O haha, Yea]
%7BYea%7D
[Cluemanatti]
%7BMy nigga%7D
[Holla back nigga]
%7BYea, Uh, Yea%7D
[Irv Gotti]
%7BYea%7D
[Murder Inc.]
%7BUh, Yea, Uh%7D
%7BRunem down nigga]
[Fabolous]
Load the 4-4 up
Im the reason the price of raw go up
Jump outta of the Lambo, And the doors go up
Hit you and your ho up
From the torso up
Leave yall 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, Aint no need for no cup
Roll the pure Dro up, Stroll the floor tore up
The difference between Fab and yall, After I pick an auto up
Every month I aint gotta give more doe up
Fuckin with this youll 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 yall 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
Its 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 yall at
Die for this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Where yall at
Ride for this
Where my niggas at get high to this
Where yall at
Die for this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Where yall at
[Fabolous]
Yo, You must wanna 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 nineteens, 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 and 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 fifth why comment
Im the type you tell ya dame bout
Push a fellow brain out
Leaveem 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 yall at
Die for this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Where yall at
Ride for this
Where my niggas at get high to this
Where yall at
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