Ride For This chords and lyrics - FABOLOUS

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[Verse 1]
[Ja [Em]rule (fabolous)]
(we trin' to kill these niggas)
Yo
(yea, uh huh, yea)
We in the door [D]now
(yea)
[Em]Holla, rule nigga, with the f- a- b- [D]o haha,
[Em]yea[D][Em]
(yea)
Cluemanatti
(my nigga)
Holla back [G]nigga
[D](yea, uh, yea)
[Em]Irv [G]gott[Em]i
(yea)
Murder inc.
(uh, yea, uh)
[G](run'em down [D]nigga]
[Fabolous] Load the [Em]4- 4 up

[Verse 2]
I'm the [Em]reason
the price of raw go up
Jump outta of the lambo, and
the [D]doors go up
Hit [Em]you and your ho up
From the torso up
Leave y'all there till the coroner
or the [C]law [D]show up
I'm that [Em]nig ga they say preforming so
the whores show up
Why cop?, I rob you, ice [D]your roll up
I pop [Em]bottles,
ain't [D]no need for [Em]no cup
Roll the pure 'dro up,
stroll the [G]floor [D]tore up
The difference between [Em]fab and y'all,
after I pick an auto up
Every month I ain't gotta
give more [D]doe up
Fuckin' [Em]with this you'll buy a washer
when the shore slow up
I have it when ya kids see- saw go [D]up
I see four blow [Em]up
Check these diamonds,
no flaws show up
My niggas clap up parties,
[G]shoot tour [D]shows up
What y'all [Em]know bout head till
a chicks jaw swoll up
Goin' gold minutes after the
[G]gates on [D]stores go up
You know [Em]who done it now,
few hundred miles
And with shoes on it now
It's like a few hundred [D]thou
When we [Em]run up this gun
[D]s t[Em]o stomach style
Got to flaunt it now
Nigga [D]who want it blawgh
[Chorus: Ja [Em]Rule] Ride for this

[Verse 3]
[Em]Where
my niggas at get high to this
Where [D]y'all at
[Em]Die for this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
[D]Where y'all at
[Em]Ride for this
Where my niggas at get high to this
Where [D]y'all at
[Em]Die for this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
[G]Where [D]y'all at
[Fabolous] Yo, you must wanna [Em]die

[Verse 4]
From the nigga you testify
against
Fabolous make bail before
[G]they identify [D]the prints
Swing [Em]by a Vince,
in a buggy eye with tents
Sitting on nineteen's, gun
[G]stash [D]by the vents
Niggas [Em]is looking at the chain
cause they eyes squint
I pull up, pull out, pull back
Them guys [D]will sprint
Last [Em]nigga that talked slick
and been replyin' since
Got a deal, no sellin',
been [D]supplyin' since
Leave [Em]niggas on the ground like tire prints
We done make ya eyes look bent,
just by [D]the sense
These niggas [Em]don't believe,
then they gone die convinced
Once I present the four [D]fifth
[G]why [D]comment
I'm the [Em]type you tell ya dame bout
Push a fellow brain out
Leave'em in front of the [G]spot
that they [D]sell cocaine out
[Em]One single, had to tint the
yellow range out
Everybody runnin' up tryin' to [D]spell the name
out (f- a- b- o- l- o- u- s)
[Em][Chorus]

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