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[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 GPrices cut (?) when you ballin on meSleepy I'll fuck all over your jones, holla at my cousin for zonesHe don't communicate with Fiend unless you're buildin a homeHustler kill on his momma, before he short meShoot him in his heart then go take it to heart, see gon' mob me (?)Ghetto red hot, seventeen ward blockYes I issue more shit for you to cop, then store it by the docksHide the fun if you can't afford copsSo ain't no tellin where your boy rotsI employ Rotts that be wildin off the rocksSpeak in fives - like gimme what you gotAnd still pop a nigga ass from the rooftopAnd still catch the 'Kiss performance later with The L.O.X.We real raw - my dog collar signin with the R and RFuck with me you blow up with your car, (?)[Yung Wun]How come I don't stop in thisYou wanna ride get in and get gone, gotta get my thug onYou wanna war? Okay.. alright.. bring it onTouch 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 dramaI make it hard for you to breathe in the streetswhile finessin your baby momma - get your mind right shawtywhile you poppin that X, I'ma pop yo' chestAnd leave you dead in the party like soakin wetThat's what happens when you flexIn the A-T-L shawty don't be caught in the hypeI make two phone calls from a pay phone and there go your life[Chorus - 2X][Eightball]YeahI, lock shit like a, big pimp niggaEight mackin with no, fake shit niggaCoast to coast tossin hoes with my clique niggaStick my clip in, and do a hit for 'Kiss niggaDirty money - the only way for this niggaHustle after hustle - tryin to be a rich niggaIf I get caught up, I'll never be a snitch niggaWe pimpin hard charge it all to a bitch niggaUnder my denim is a big fo'-fifth niggaFuckin with me is like, jumpin off a cliff niggaAnd I don't practice I was born with this gift niggaPure pimpin from my brain to my lips niggaSticky green takes my mind on a trip niggaIn A-T-L I get my Gucci down at Phipps niggaWe call 'em slabs in New York they call 'em whips niggaOne hundred baby - Eightball gotta dip nigga[Jadakiss]Uh, uh, uh-uh-uhUh, uh - yo when I'm loadin the clips, niggaz I hate, face be on 'emThat's why I stopped coppin the guns with safeties on 'emWhen I touch down, call me up, I'm on the porchwith the mac, servin niggaz "Eightballs" and upYou wanna know why niggaz is broke, because they hate moneyThe rims that I'm sittin on is in they late twentiesBitches wanna see me holla at 'em, throw a dollar at 'em andif they hustle throw some hard or some powder at 'emThis is for my South niggazGold and platinum ice in they mouth niggazLET'S RIDE OUT NIGGAZEverybody gon' follow the bitchesuntil they realize, bullets gon' follow the stitchesOn the other hand, shit is real low, it's a fact thatnine out of ten niggaz mouths get 'em killed thoughWhat 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]more