Jadakiss - What You Ride For Lyrics

Artist: Jadakiss Lyrics
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Album: Track 13 on Kiss tha Game Goodbye
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Whomp! Whomp!
[Chorus:]
What you ride for? What you die for? Bounce!
I got some *****es that'll ride for me, die for me (Whomp!)
What you ride for? What you die for? Bounce!
I got some *****es 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 **** all over your Jones, holla at my cousin forzones
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' mobme(?)
Ghetto red hot, seventeen ward block
Yes I issue more **** 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 ***** *** from the rooftop
And still catch the Kiss performance later with the L.O.X.
We real raw-my dog collar signin' with the are and are
**** with me you blow up with your car, (?)

How come I don't stop in this
You want to ride get in and get gone, gotta get my thug on
You want to 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 ****in' mess (Blaow!)
You play thug in the streets I'm wavin at your chest (*****)
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

[Chorus: Repeat 2X]

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

Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh, uh - yo when I'm loadin the clips, *****z 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 *****z "Eightballs" and up
You want to know why *****z is broke, because they hate money
The rims that I'm sittin on is in they late twenties
*****es want to 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 *****z
Gold and platinum ice in they mouth *****z
Let's ride out *****z
Everybody gon' follow the *****es
Until they realize, bullets gon' follow the stitches
On the other hand, **** is real low, it's a fact that
Nine out of ten *****z mouths get 'em killed though
What you ride for? What you die for?
'Cause I got some *****z and some *****es that's my word that I kill for

[Chorus: Repeat 2X]


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