What You Ride For? Lyrics

What You Ride For? lyrics

[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'll fuck all over your jones, holla at my cousin for zones

 He don't communicate with Fiend unless you're 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't afford cops

 So ain't 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 and R

 Fuck with me you blow up with your car, (?)

 

 [Yung Wun]

 How come I don't stop in this

 You wanna ride get in and get gone, gotta get my thug on

 You wanna war? Okay.. alright.. bring it on

 Touch me, you ashes (boy) I'ma leave you gaseous (uh-huh)

 I'm a ghetto bastard if I want it let me have it (woo!)

 You play the game raw, I make a fuckin mess (BLAOW!)

 You play thug in the streets I'm wavin at your chest (nigga)

 You heard about me boy, you don't 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'ma pop yo' chest

 And leave you dead in the party like soakin wet

 That's 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 and there go your life

 

 [Chorus] - 2X

 

 [Eightball]

 Yeah

 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, and 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'll never be a snitch nigga

 We pimpin hard charge it all to a bitch nigga

 Under my denim is a big fo'-fifth nigga

 Fuckin with me is like, jumpin off a cliff nigga

 And I don't 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 gotta dip nigga

 

 [Jadakiss]

 Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh

 Uh, uh - yo when I'm loadin the clips, niggaz I hate, face be on 'em

 That's why I stopped coppin the guns with safeties on 'em

 When I touch down, call me up, I'm on the porch

 with the mac, servin niggaz "Eightballs" and up

 You wanna know why niggaz is broke, because they hate money

 The rims that I'm sittin on is in they late twenties

 Bitches wanna 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 and platinum ice in they mouth niggaz

 LET'S RIDE OUT NIGGAZ

 Everybody gon' follow the bitches

 until they realize, bullets gon' follow the stitches

 On the other hand, shit is real low, it's 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 and some bitches that's my word that I kill for

 

 [Chorus] - 2X