Текст песни Fabolous f Ja Rule - Ghetto Fabolous
Fabolous f Ja Rule - Ghetto Fabolous слова песни
* send corrections to the typist(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 upI`m the reason the price of raw go upJump outta of the Lambo, And the doors go upHit you and your ho up, from the torso upLeave y`all there `til the coroner or the law show up Im that nigga they say preforming so the whores show upWhy cop? I rob you, ice your Rol` upI pop bottles, ain`t no need for no cupRoll the pure `dro up, stroll the floor to` upThe difference between Fab and y`all, after I pick an auto upEvery month I ain`t gotta give more doe upFuckin` with this you`ll buy a washer when the shore slow upI have it when ya kids see-saw go up, a C4 will blow upCheck these diamonds, no flaws show upMy niggas clap up parties, shoot tour shows upWhat ya`ll know bout head til a chicks jaw swoll upGoin` gold minutes after the gates on stores go upYou know who done it now, Few hundred milesAnd with shoes on it nowIt`s like a few hundred thouWhen we run up this guns 2 stomach styleGot to flaunt it nowNigga who want it blawgh(Chorus)[Ja Rule]Ride for thisWhere my niggas at get high to thisWhere ya`ll atDie for thisThrow guns up to the sky for thisWhere ya`ll atRide for thisWhere my niggas at get high to thisWhere ya`ll atDie for thisThrow guns up to the sky for thisWhere ya`ll at[Fabolous]Yo, You must wanna dieFrom the nigga you testify againstFabolous make bail before they identify the printsSwing by a vince, In a buggy eye with tentsSittin on nineteen`s, Gun stash by the ventsNiggas is lookin at the chain cause they eyes squintI pull up, Pull out, Pull backThem guys will sprintLast nigga that talked slick and been replyin` sinceGot a deal, No sellin`, Been supplyin sinceLeave niggas on the ground like tire printsWe done make ya eyes look bent, Just by the senseThese niggas dont believe, Then they gone die convincedOnce I present the four fifth why commentIm the type you tell ya dame boutPush a fellow brain outLeave`em in front of the spot that they sell cocaine outOne single, Had to tint the yellow Range outEverybody runnin` up tryin` to spell the name out (F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S)(Chorus)[Ja Rule]Ride for thisWhere my niggas at get high to thisWhere ya`ll atDie for thisThrow guns up to the sky for thisWhere ya`ll atRide for thisWhere my niggas at get high to thisWhere ya`ll at