(feat. Ja Rule)

[Talking: Ja Rule (Fabolous)]

(We trin' to kill these ^!$$%s)

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)
Murder 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 !@^%s 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
$#&@in' 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 ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s 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

^!$$%s is lookin at the chain cause they eyes squint
I pull up, Pull out, Pull back
Them guys will sprint

Last ^!$$% that talked slick and been replyin' since
Got a deal, No sellin', Been supplyin since
Leave ^!$$%s on the ground like tire prints

We done make ya eyes look bent, Just by the sense
These ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s at get high to this
Where ya'll at