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Fiend

"What You Ride For?"

[Fiend] WHOMP! WHOMP!

[Hook: Fiend]
What you ride for? What you die for? BOUNCE!
I got some b*tches that'll ride for me, die for me (WHOMP!)
What you ride for? What you die for? BOUNCE!
I got some b*tches 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 f*ck 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 n*gga ass 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*ck with me you blow up with your car, light a 'gar

[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'mma leave you gaseous (uh-huh)
I'm a ghetto bast*rd if I want it let me have it (woo!)
You play the game raw, I make a f*ckin mess (BLAOW!)
You play thug in the streets I'm wavin at your chest (n*gga)
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

[Hook] - 2X

[8Ball]
Yeah
I, lock sh*t like a, big pimp n*gga
Eight mackin with no, fake sh*t n*gga
Coast to coast tossin hoes with my clique n*gga
Stick my clip in, and do a hit for 'Kiss n*gga
Dirty money - the only way for this n*gga
Hustle after hustle - tryin to be a rich n*gga
If I get caught up, I'll never be a snitch n*gga
We pimpin hard charge it all to a b*tch n*gga
Under my denim is a big fo'-fifth n*gga
f*ckin with me is like, jumpin off a cliff n*gga
And I don't practice I was born with this gift n*gga
Pure pimpin from my brain to my lips n*gga
Sticky green takes my mind on a trip n*gga
In A-T-L I get my Gucci down at Phipps n*gga
We call 'em slabs in New York they call 'em whips n*gga
One hundred baby - 8Ball gotta dip n*gga

[Jadakiss]
Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh, uh - yo when I'm loadin the clips, n*ggas 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 n*ggas 8Balls and up
You wanna know why n*ggas is broke, because they hate money
The rims that I'm sittin on is in they late twenties
b*tches 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 n*ggas
Gold and platinum ice in they mouth n*ggas
LET'S RIDE OUT n*ggAZ
Everybody gon' follow the b*tches
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 n*ggas mouths get 'em killed though
What you ride for? What you die for?
Cause I got some n*ggas and some b*tches that's my word that I kill for

[Hook] - 2X

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