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(Talking [Ja Rule] {Fabolous})
{We trin` to kill these niggas}
[Yo]
{Yea, Uh Huh, Yea}
[We in the door now]
{Yea}
[Holla, Rule nigga, With the F-A-B-O haha, Yea]
{Yea}
[Cluemanatti]
{My nigga}
[Holla back nigga]
{Yea, Uh, Yea}
[Irv Gotti]
{Yea}
[Murder Inc.]
{Uh, Yea, Uh}
{Run`em down nigga]
[Fabolous]
Load the 4-4 up
Im 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 ya`ll there til the ?? or the law show up
Im that nigga they say preforming so the whores show up
Why cop?, I rob you, Ice your Roll up
I pop bottles, Ain`t no need for no cup
Roll the pure Dro up, Stroll the floor tore up
The difference between Fab and ya`ll, After I pick an auto up
Every month I ain`t gotta give more doe up
Fuckin` with this you`ll buy a washer when the shore slow up
I have it when ya kids see-saw go up
I see four 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
(Chorus)
[Ja Rule]
Ride for this
Where my niggas at get high to this
Where ya`ll at
Die for this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Where ya`ll at
Ride for this
Where my niggas at get high to this
Where ya`ll at
Die for this
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