(feat. Eightball, Fiend, Yung Wun)

[Fiend] WHOMP! WHOMP!


[Chorus: Fiend]
What you ride for? What you die for? BOUNCE!

I got some (*##$es that'll ride for me, die for me (WHOMP!)
What you ride for? What you die for? BOUNCE!
I got some (*##$es 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 $#&@ 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 %#@! 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 ^!$$% $$# 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
$#&@ 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 !@$( if I want it let me have it (woo!)
You play the game raw, I make a $#&@in mess (BLAOW!)
You play thug in the streets I'm wavin at your chest (^!$$%)

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 %#@! like a, big pimp ^!$$%
Eight mackin with no, fake %#@! ^!$$%

Coast to coast tossin hoes with my clique ^!$$%
Stick my clip in, and do a hit for 'Kiss ^!$$%
Dirty money - the only way for this ^!$$%

Hustle after hustle - tryin to be a rich ^!$$%
If I get caught up, I'll never be a snitch ^!$$%
We pimpin hard charge it all to a (*##$ ^!$$%

Under my denim is a big fo'-fifth ^!$$%
$#&@in with me is like, jumpin off a cliff ^!$$%
And I don't practice I was born with this gift ^!$$%

Pure pimpin from my brain to my lips ^!$$%
Sticky green takes my mind on a trip ^!$$%
In A-T-L I get my Gucci down at Phipps ^!$$%

We call 'em slabs in New York they call 'em whips ^!$$%
One hundred baby - Eightball gotta dip ^!$$%


[Jadakiss]
Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh, uh - yo when I'm loadin the clips, ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$%z "Eightballs" and up

You wanna know why ^!$$%z is broke, because they hate money
The rims that I'm sittin on is in they late twenties
(*##$es 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 ^!$$%z
Gold and platinum ice in they mouth ^!$$%z
LET'S RIDE OUT !#$%Z
Everybody gon' follow the (*##$es

until they realize, bullets gon' follow the stitches
On the other hand, %#@! is real low, it's a fact that
nine out of ten ^!$$%z mouths get 'em killed though
What you ride for? What you die for?
Cause I got some ^!$$%z and some (*##$es that's my word that I kill for


[Chorus - 2X]