(feat. Ja Rule)    [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  Throw guns up to the sky for this  Where ya'll at    [Fabolous]  Yo, You must wanna die  From the nigga you testify against  Fabolous make bail before they identify the prints  Swing by a vince, In a buggy eye with tents  Sittin on nineteen's, Gun stash by the vents  Niggas is lookin at the chain cause they eyes squint  I pull up, Pull out, Pull back  Them guys will sprint  Last nigga that talked slick and been replyin' since  Got a deal, No sellin', Been supplyin since  Leave niggas on the ground like tire prints  We done make ya eyes look bent, Just by the sense  These niggas dont believe, Then they gone die convinced  Once I present the four fifth why comment  Im the type you tell ya dame bout  Push a fellow brain out  Leave'em in front of the spot that they sell cocaine out  One single, Had to tint the yellow Range out  Everybody runnin' up tryin' to spell the name out (F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S)    [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