Ghetto red hot, seventeen ward block
We real raw, my dog collar signin' with the R and R
And still catch the 'Kiss performance later with The L.O.X.
I'm a leave you gaseous
So ain't no tellin' where your boy rots
Uh, uh, yo when I'm loadin' the clips, niggaz I hate, face be on 'em
What you ride for? What you die for? Bounce!
Pure pimpin' from my brain to my lips nigga
What you ride for? What you die for? Bounce!
Fuckin' with me is like, jumpin' off a cliff nigga
I got some bitches that'll ride for me, die for me
(Whomp)
Cornbread by the ki, the language when you call on a G
What you ride for? What you die for? Bounce!
(Nigga)
I got some bitches that'll ride for me, die for me
Sleepy I'll fuck all over your jones, holla at my cousin for zones
Gold and platinum ice in they mouth niggaz
Fuck with me, you blow up with your car like dog
You wanna know why niggaz is broke, because they hate money
What you ride for? What you die for?
I make two phone calls from a pay phone and there go your life
That's why I stopped coppin' the guns with safeties on 'em
Stick my clip in, and do a hit for 'kiss nigga
And I don't practice I was born with this gift nigga
You play the game raw, I make a fuckin' mess
With the mac, servin' niggaz "Eightballs" and up
What you ride for? What you die for? Bounce!
(Whomp, whomp)
Let's ride out niggaz
Nine out of ten niggaz mouths get 'em killed though
(Woo!)
'Cause I got some niggaz and some bitches that's my word that I kill for
I got some niggaz that'll ride for me, die for me
I got some niggaz that'll ride for me, die for me
You wanna ride get in and get gone, gotta get my thug on
(Whomp, whomp)
You heard about me boy, you don't want no drama
I got some niggaz that'll ride for me, die for me
Under my denim is a big fo'-fifth nigga
Prices cut when you ballin' on me
We pimpin' hard charge it all to a bitch nigga
(Whomp)
I got some bitches that'll ride for me, die for me
If they hustle throw some hard or some powder at 'em
On the other hand, shit is real low, it's a fact that
If I get caught up, I'll never be a snitch nigga
Bitches wanna see me holla at 'em, throw a dollar at 'em and
You wanna war? Okay, alright, bring it on
Uh, uh, uh uh uh
When I touch down, call me up, I'm on the porch
In the A-T-L shawty don't be caught in the hype
This is for my South niggaz
And leave you dead in the party like soakin' wet
What you ride for? What you die for? Bounce!
Dirty money, the only way for this nigga
(Whomp, whomp)
In A-T-L I get my Gucci down at Phipps nigga
(Whomp)
He don't communicate with Fiend unless you're buildin' a home
I got some bitches that'll ride for me, die for me
(Uh huh)
Until they realize, bullets gon' follow the stitches
I got some bitches that'll ride for me, die for me
I got some bitches that'll ride for me, die for me
Hustle after hustle, tryin' to be a rich nigga
What you ride for? What you die for? Bounce!
I employ Rotts that be wildin' off the rocks
Hide the gun if you can't afford cops
I make it hard for you to breathe in the streets
One hundred baby, Eightball gotta dip nigga
Yes, I issue more shit for you to cop, then store it by the docks
(Boy)
While you poppin that X, I'ma pop yo' chest
I, lock shit like a, big pimp nigga
Coast to coast tossin' hoes with my clique nigga
(Whomp, whomp)
(Whomp)
What you ride for? What you die for? Bounce!
(Blaow!)
What you ride for? What you die for? Bounce!
I'm a ghetto bastard if I want it let me have it
Eight mackin' with no, fake shit nigga
Touch me, you ashes
Speak in fives, like gimme what you got
Everybody gon' follow the bitches
That's what happens when you flex
Sticky green takes my mind on a trip nigga
We call 'em slabs in New York, they call 'em whips nigga
I got some niggaz that'll ride for me, die for me
(Whomp)
Hustler kill on his momma, before he short me
While finessin' your baby momma, 'coz my mind shawty
And still pop a nigga ass from the rooftop
Shoot him in his heart then go take it to heart, see gon' mob me
How come I don't stop in this
The rims that I'm sittin' on is in they late twenties
What you ride for? What you die for? Bounce!
You play thug in the streets, I'm wavin' at your chest
