What You Ride For? (Explicit) - Jadakiss/Fiend/8-Ball/Yung Wun

WHOMP WHOMP

What you ride for What you die for BOUNCE

I got some b**ches that'll ride for me die for me (WHOMP )

What you ride for What you die for BOUNCE

I got some b**ches that'll ride for me die for me (WHOMP WHOMP )

Cornbread by the ki the language when you call on a G

Prices cut when you ballin on me

Sleepy I'll f**k 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 sh*t 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 ni**a 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

F**k 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 f**kin mess (BLAOW )

You play thug in the streets I'm wavin at your chest (ni**a)

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

(Eightball)

Yeah

I lock sh*t like a big pimp ni**a

Eight mackin with no fake sh*t ni**a

Coast to coast tossin hoes with my clique ni**a

Stick my clip in and do a hit for 'Kiss ni**a

Dirty money the only way for this ni**a

Hustle after hustle tryin to be a rich ni**a

If I get caught up I'll never be a snitch ni**a

We pimpin hard charge it all to a b**ch ni**a

Under my denim is a big fo'fifth ni**a

F**kin with me is like jumpin off a cliff ni**a

And I don't practice I was born with this gift ni**a

Pure pimpin from my brain to my lips ni**a

Sticky green takes my mind on a trip ni**a

In A-T-L I get my Gucci down at Phipps ni**a

We call 'em slabs in New York they call 'em whips ni**a

One hundred baby Eightball gotta dip ni**a

(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

B**ches 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 b**ches

Until they realize bullets gon' follow the stitches

On the other hand sh*t 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 b**ches

That's my word that I kill for