Ride for This - Lyrics - Fabolous

(Talking [Ja Rule] {Fabolous}) {We trin' to kill these ***} [Yo] {Yea, Uh Huh, Yea} [We in the door now] {Yea} [Holla, Rule ***, With the F-A-B-O haha, Yea] {Yea} [Cluemanatti] {My ***} [Holla back ***] {Yea, Uh, Yea} [Irv Gotti] {Yea} [*** Inc.] {Uh, Yea, Uh} {Run'em down ***] [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 *** they say preforming so the *** 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 ***' 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 *** 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 *** who want it blawgh (Chorus) [Ja Rule] Ride for this Where my *** 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 *** 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 *** 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 *** is lookin at the chain cause they eyes squint I pull up, Pull out, Pull back Them guys will sprint Last *** that talked slick and been replyin' since Got a deal, No sellin', Been supplyin since Leave *** on the ground like tire prints We done make ya eyes look bent, Just by the sense These *** 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 *** 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 *** 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 *** at get high to this Where ya'll at