Ride For This Lyrics - Ghetto Fabolous - Fabolous

(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] 

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[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 ya'll 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, Ain't no need for no cup 

Roll the pure Dro up, Stroll the floor tore up 

The difference between Fab and ya'll, After I pick an auto up 

Every month I ain't gotta give more doe up 

Fuckin' with this you'll 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 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's like a few hundred thou 

When we run up this guns 2 stomach style 

Got to flaunt it now 

Nigga who want it blawgh 

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(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 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 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 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 

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