Ride For This Fabolous (Ft. Ja Rule)

[Intro: Ja Rule & Fabolous]
We trin' to kill these niggas
Yo
Yeah, uh huh, eah
We in the door now
Yeah
Holla, Rule, nigga, with the F-A-B-O haha, yeah
Yeah
Cluemanatti
My nigga
Holla back, nigga
Yeah, uh, yeah
Irv Gotti
Yeah
Murder Inc
Uh, yeah, uh
Run 'em down, nigga

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Load the 4-4 up
I'm the reason the price of raw go up
Jump outta of the Lambo, And the doors go up
Hit you and your ho up, from the torso up
Leave y'all there 'til the coroner or the law show up
I'm that nigga they say preforming so the whores show up
Why cop? I rob you, ice your Rol' up
I pop bottles, ain't no need for no cup
Roll the pure 'dro up, stroll the floor to' up
The difference between Fab and y'all, after I pick an auto up
Every month I ain't gotta give more dough up
Fuckin' with this your body wash up when the shore slow up
I have it when ya kids see-saw go up, a C4 will blow up
Check these diamonds, no flaws show up
My niggas clap up parties, shoot tour shows up
What ya'll know bout head til a chicks jaw swoll up
Goin' gold minutes after the gates on stores go up
You know who done it now, Few hundred miles
And with shoes on it now
It's like a few hundred thou
When we run up this guns 2 stomach style
Got to flaunt it now
Nigga who want it blawgh