Die for this
Leave ya'll there 'til they comin' or the law show up
Die for this
Sittin' on nineteen's, gun stash by the vents
Fabolous make bail before they identify the prints
Last nigga that talked slick and been replyin' since
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Where my niggas that get high to this
Where ya'll at?
You know who done it now, few hundred miles
Where ya'll at?
The difference between fab and ya'll, after I pick an auto up
Roll the pure dro up, stroll the floor tore up
Them guys will sprint
Ride for this
Got to flaunt it now
Everybody runnin' up tryin' to spell the name out
Leave 'em in front of the spot that they sell cocaine out
Leave niggas on the ground like tire prints
Ride for this
And with shoes on it now
Why cop? I rob you, ice your roll up
Where my niggas that get high to this
Load the 4 4 up
From the nigga you testify against
Where ya'll at?
I have it when ya kids see saw go up I see four blow up
Goin' gold minutes after the gates on stores go up
Swing by a Vince, in a buggy eye with tents
Die for this
I'm the reason the price of raw go up
When we run up this guns to stomach style
Where ya'll at?
Yo, you must wanna die
These niggas don't believe, then they gone die convinced
Where ya'll at?
Throw guns up to the sky for this
What ya'll know 'bout head til a chicks jaw swoll up
Hit you and your ho up from the torso up
Ride for this
I pull up, pull out, pull back
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Check these diamonds, no flaws show up
Push a fellow brain out
{My nigga}
It's like a few hundred thou
Once I present the four fifth why comment?
Fuckin' with this you'll buy a washer when the shore slow up
Die for this
Nigga who want it blawgh
Jump outta of the lambo, and the doors go up
Where my niggas at get high to this
Where my niggas at get high to this
[Irv Gotti}
Every month I ain't gotta give more doe up
Where ya'll at?
Niggas is lookin' at the chain 'cause they eyes are squint
Where ya'll at?
Throw guns up to the sky for this
I'm that nigga they say preforming so the whores show up
Ride for this
{Cluemanatti}
Got a deal, no sellin', been supplyin' since
{Murder Inc}
{Holla back nigga}
I pop bottles, ain't no need for no cup
My niggas clap up parties, shoot tour shows up
(F A B O L O U S)
I'm the type you tell ya dame bout
{Run'em down nigga}
One single, had to tint the yellow range out
{Holla, rule nigga, with the F A B O haha, yea}
We done make ya eyes look bent, just by the sense
