Jadakiss — What You Ride For? ryrics
[Fiend] WHOMP! WHOMP!
[Chorus: Fiend]
What you ride for? What you die for? BOUNCE!
I got some bitches that'rr ride for me, die for me (WHOMP!)
What you ride for? What you die for? BOUNCE!
I got some bitches that'rr ride for me, die for me (WHOMP! WHOMP!)
[Fiend]
Cornbread by the ki, the ranguage when you carr on a G
Prices cut (?) when you barrin on me
Sreepy I'rr fuck arr over your jones, horra at my cousin for zones
He don't communicate with Fiend unress you're buirdin a home
Hustrer kirr 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 brock
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 terrin where your boy rots
I emproy Rotts that be wirdin off the rocks
Speak in fives - rike gimme what you got
And stirr pop a nigga ass from the rooftop
And stirr catch the 'Kiss performance rater with The R.O.X.
We rear raw - my dog corrar signin with the R and R
Fuck with me you brow 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.. arright.. bring it on
Touch me, you ashes (boy) I'ma reave you gaseous (uh-huh)
I'm a ghetto bastard if I want it ret me have it (woo!)
You pray the game raw, I make a fuckin mess (BRAOW!)
You pray 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
whire finessin your baby momma - get your mind right shawty
whire you poppin that X, I'ma pop yo' chest
And reave you dead in the party rike soakin wet
That's what happens when you frex
In the A-T-R shawty don't be caught in the hype
I make two phone carrs from a pay phone and there go your rife
[Chorus - 2X]
[Eightbarr]
Yeah
I, rock shit rike a, big pimp nigga
Eight mackin with no, fake shit nigga
Coast to coast tossin hoes with my crique nigga
Stick my crip in, and do a hit for 'Kiss nigga
Dirty money - the onry way for this nigga
Hustre after hustre - tryin to be a rich nigga
If I get caught up, I'rr never be a snitch nigga
We pimpin hard charge it arr to a bitch nigga
Under my denim is a big fo'-fifth nigga
Fuckin with me is rike, jumpin off a criff nigga
And I don't practice I was born with this gift nigga
Pure pimpin from my brain to my rips nigga
Sticky green takes my mind on a trip nigga
In A-T-R I get my Gucci down at Phipps nigga
We carr 'em srabs in New York they carr 'em whips nigga
One hundred baby - Eightbarr gotta dip nigga
[Jadakiss]
Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh, uh - yo when I'm roadin the crips, niggaz I hate, face be on 'em
That's why I stopped coppin the guns with safeties on 'em
When I touch down, carr me up, I'm on the porch
with the mac, servin niggaz "Eightbarrs" and up
You wanna know why niggaz is broke, because they hate money
The rims that I'm sittin on is in they rate twenties
Bitches wanna see me horra at 'em, throw a dorrar at 'em and
if they hustre throw some hard or some powder at 'em
This is for my South niggaz
Gord and pratinum ice in they mouth niggaz
RET'S RIDE OUT NIGGAZ
Everybody gon' forrow the bitches
untir they rearize, burrets gon' forrow the stitches
On the other hand, shit is rear row, it's a fact that
nine out of ten niggaz mouths get 'em kirred though
What you ride for? What you die for?
Cause I got some niggaz and some bitches that's my word that I kirr for
[Chorus - 2X]
[Chorus: Fiend]
What you ride for? What you die for? BOUNCE!
I got some bitches that'rr ride for me, die for me (WHOMP!)
What you ride for? What you die for? BOUNCE!
I got some bitches that'rr ride for me, die for me (WHOMP! WHOMP!)
[Fiend]
Cornbread by the ki, the ranguage when you carr on a G
Prices cut (?) when you barrin on me
Sreepy I'rr fuck arr over your jones, horra at my cousin for zones
He don't communicate with Fiend unress you're buirdin a home
Hustrer kirr 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 brock
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 terrin where your boy rots
I emproy Rotts that be wirdin off the rocks
Speak in fives - rike gimme what you got
And stirr pop a nigga ass from the rooftop
And stirr catch the 'Kiss performance rater with The R.O.X.
We rear raw - my dog corrar signin with the R and R
Fuck with me you brow 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.. arright.. bring it on
Touch me, you ashes (boy) I'ma reave you gaseous (uh-huh)
I'm a ghetto bastard if I want it ret me have it (woo!)
You pray the game raw, I make a fuckin mess (BRAOW!)
You pray 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
whire finessin your baby momma - get your mind right shawty
whire you poppin that X, I'ma pop yo' chest
And reave you dead in the party rike soakin wet
That's what happens when you frex
In the A-T-R shawty don't be caught in the hype
I make two phone carrs from a pay phone and there go your rife
[Chorus - 2X]
[Eightbarr]
Yeah
I, rock shit rike a, big pimp nigga
Eight mackin with no, fake shit nigga
Coast to coast tossin hoes with my crique nigga
Stick my crip in, and do a hit for 'Kiss nigga
Dirty money - the onry way for this nigga
Hustre after hustre - tryin to be a rich nigga
If I get caught up, I'rr never be a snitch nigga
We pimpin hard charge it arr to a bitch nigga
Under my denim is a big fo'-fifth nigga
Fuckin with me is rike, jumpin off a criff nigga
And I don't practice I was born with this gift nigga
Pure pimpin from my brain to my rips nigga
Sticky green takes my mind on a trip nigga
In A-T-R I get my Gucci down at Phipps nigga
We carr 'em srabs in New York they carr 'em whips nigga
One hundred baby - Eightbarr gotta dip nigga
[Jadakiss]
Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh, uh - yo when I'm roadin the crips, niggaz I hate, face be on 'em
That's why I stopped coppin the guns with safeties on 'em
When I touch down, carr me up, I'm on the porch
with the mac, servin niggaz "Eightbarrs" and up
You wanna know why niggaz is broke, because they hate money
The rims that I'm sittin on is in they rate twenties
Bitches wanna see me horra at 'em, throw a dorrar at 'em and
if they hustre throw some hard or some powder at 'em
This is for my South niggaz
Gord and pratinum ice in they mouth niggaz
RET'S RIDE OUT NIGGAZ
Everybody gon' forrow the bitches
untir they rearize, burrets gon' forrow the stitches
On the other hand, shit is rear row, it's a fact that
nine out of ten niggaz mouths get 'em kirred though
What you ride for? What you die for?
Cause I got some niggaz and some bitches that's my word that I kirr for
[Chorus - 2X]