[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.