Tonart: G minor
Verse 1
Em
[Ja rule (fabolous)]
(we trin' to kill these niggas)
Yo
(yea, uh huh, yea)
(yea)
Em
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Holla, rule nigga, with the f- a- b- o haha,
Em
D
Em
yea
(yea)
Cluemanatti
(my nigga)
Em
G
Em
Irv gotti
(yea)
Murder inc.
(uh, yea, uh)
G
D
(run'em down nigga]
Em
[Fabolous] Load the 4- 4 up
Verse 2
the price of raw go up
Jump outta of the lambo, and
Em
Hit you and your ho up
From the torso up
Leave y'all there till the coroner
C
D
or the law show up
Em
I'm that nig ga they say preforming so
the whores show up
D
Why cop?, I rob you, ice your roll up
D
Em
ain't no need for no cup
Roll the pure 'dro up,
G
D
stroll the floor tore up
Em
The difference between fab and y'all,
after I pick an auto up
Every month I ain't gotta
Em
Fuckin' with this you'll buy a washer
when the shore slow up
D
I have it when ya kids see- saw go up
Check these diamonds,
no flaws show up
My niggas clap up parties,
G
D
shoot tour shows up
Em
What y'all know bout head till
a chicks jaw swoll up
Goin' gold minutes after the
G
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gates on stores go up
Em
You know who done it now,
few hundred miles
And with shoes on it now
D
It's like a few hundred thou
Em
When we run up this gun
D
Em
s to stomach style
Got to flaunt it now
D
Nigga who want it blawgh
Em
[Chorus: Ja Rule] Ride for this
Verse 3
Em
Where
my niggas at get high to this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
Where my niggas at get high to this
Throw guns up to the sky for this
G
D
Where y'all at
Em
[Fabolous] Yo, you must wanna die
Verse 4
From the nigga you testify
against
Fabolous make bail before
G
D
they identify the prints
in a buggy eye with tents
Sitting on nineteen's, gun
G
D
stash by the vents
Em
Niggas is looking at the chain
cause they eyes squint
I pull up, pull out, pull back
Em
Last nigga that talked slick
and been replyin' since
Got a deal, no sellin',
Em
Leave niggas on the ground like tire prints
We done make ya eyes look bent,
Em
These niggas don't believe,
then they gone die convinced
D
Once I present the four fifth
G
D
why comment
Em
I'm the type you tell ya dame bout
Push a fellow brain out
G
Leave'em in front of the spot
D
that they sell cocaine out
Em
One single, had to tint the
yellow range out
D
Everybody runnin' up tryin' to spell the name
out (f- a- b- o- l- o- u- s)
Em
[Chorus]
Outro 1
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