Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What You Ride For?, artist - Jadakiss. Date of issue: 06.08.2001
Song language: English
What You Ride 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!) |
| 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 L.O.X |
| 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 |
| 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 |