(feat. Eightball, Fiend, Yung Wun)    [Fiend] WHOMP! WHOMP!    [Chorus: Fiend]  What you ride for? What you die for? BOUNCE!  I got some bitches that'll ride for me, die for me (WHOMP!)  What you ride for? What you die for? BOUNCE!  I got some bitches 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 fuck 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 shit 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 nigga ass 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  Fuck 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 bastard if I want it let me have it (woo!)  You play the game raw, I make a fuckin mess (BLAOW!)  You play thug in the streets I'm wavin at your chest (nigga)  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 shit like a, big pimp nigga  Eight mackin with no, fake shit nigga  Coast to coast tossin hoes with my clique nigga  Stick my clip in, and do a hit for 'Kiss nigga  Dirty money - the only way for this nigga  Hustle after hustle - tryin to be a rich nigga  If I get caught up, I'll never be a snitch nigga  We pimpin hard charge it all to a bitch nigga  Under my denim is a big fo'-fifth nigga  Fuckin with me is like, jumpin off a cliff nigga  And I don't practice I was born with this gift nigga  Pure pimpin from my brain to my lips nigga  Sticky green takes my mind on a trip nigga  In A-T-L I get my Gucci down at Phipps nigga  We call 'em slabs in New York they call 'em whips nigga  One hundred baby - Eightball gotta dip nigga    [Jadakiss]  Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh  Uh, uh - yo when I'm loadin the clips, niggaz 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 niggaz "Eightballs" and up  You wanna know why niggaz is broke, because they hate money  The rims that I'm sittin on is in they late twenties  Bitches 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 niggaz  Gold and platinum ice in they mouth niggaz  LET'S RIDE OUT NIGGAZ  Everybody gon' follow the bitches  until they realize, bullets gon' follow the stitches  On the other hand, shit is real low, it's a fact that  nine out of ten niggaz mouths get 'em killed though  What you ride for? What you die for?  Cause I got some niggaz and some bitches that's my word that I kill for    [Chorus - 2X]