[Intro: Ja Rule & Fabolous]
We tryna kill these niggas
Yo
Yeah
We in the door now, ha, holla (uh huh, yea) (Yeah)
Rule, nigga
(Uh huh)
With the F-A-B-O haha, yeah
Yeah
Cluemanatti!
My nigga
Holla back, nigga
Yeah, uh, yeah
Irv Gotti
Yeah
Murder Inc
Uh, yeah, uh
Run 'em down, nigga, uh!
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Load the 4-4 up
I'm 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 y'all there 'til the coroner or the law show up
I'm that nigga they say preforming so the whores show up
Why cop? I rob you, ice your Rol' up
I pop bottles, ain't no need for no cup
Roll the pure 'dro up, stroll the floor to' up
The difference between Fab and y'all, after I pick an auto up
Every month I ain't gotta give more dough up
Fuckin' with this your body wash up when the shore slow up
I have it when ya kids see-saw go up, a C4 will 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, blaow
[Chorus: Ja Rule]
Ride for this
Where my niggas that get high to this
Where y'all at?
Die for this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Where y'all at?
Ride for this
Where my niggas that get high to this
Where y'all at?
Die for this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Where y'all at?
[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Yo, you must wanna die
From the nigga you testify against
Fabolous make bail before they identify the prints
Swing by events, In a buggy eye with tints
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
Weed that make ya eyes look bent, Just by the scent
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 tryna spell the name out (F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S)
[Chorus: Ja Rule]
Ride for this
Where my niggas that get high to this
Where y'all at?
Die for this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Where y'all at?
Ride for this
Where my niggas that get high to this
Where y'all at?
Die for this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Where y'all at?
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