Jadakiss What You Ride For? Lyrics

(feat. Eightball, Fiend, Yung Wun)

[Fiend] WHOMP! WHOMP!

[Chorus: Fiend]
What you ride for? What you die for? BOUNCE!
I got some b____es that'll ride for me, die for me (WHOMP!)
What you ride for? What you die for? BOUNCE!
I got some b____es 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___ 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 s___ 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____ 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___ 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 b______ if I want it let me have it (woo!)
You play the game raw, I make a f___in mess (BLAOW!)
You play thug in the streets I'm wavin at your chest (n____)
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 - 2X]

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

[Jadakiss]
Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh, uh - yo when I'm loadin the clips, n____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 n____z "Eightballs" and up
You wanna know why n____z is broke, because they hate money
The rims that I'm sittin on is in they late twenties
b____es 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____z
Gold and platinum ice in they mouth n____z
LET'S RIDE OUT n____Z
Everybody gon' follow the b____es
until they realize, bullets gon' follow the stitches
On the other hand, s___ is real low, it's a fact that
nine out of ten n____z mouths get 'em killed though
What you ride for? What you die for?
Cause I got some n____z and some b____es that's my word that I kill for

[Chorus - 2X]