What You Ride For?(Explicit) - Jadakiss

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