Jadakiss, Yung Wun, Fiend, 8Ball - What You Ride For? lyrics

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)

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 LOX
We real raw - my dog collar
Signin with the R and R
Fuck with me you blow up with your car
Light a 'gar

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'mma 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
Walkin next to your baby your baby momma
Get your mind right shawty
While you poppin that X, I'mma 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

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)

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 - 8Ball gotta dip nigga

Uh, uh, uh uh uh uh, uh - yo when I'm loadin
The clips, niggas 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 niggas 8Balls and up
You wanna know why niggas 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 niggas
Gold and platinum ice in they mouth niggas
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 niggas mouths
Get 'em killed though
What you ride for? What you die for?
Cause, I got some niggas and some bitches
That's my word that I kill for

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)