Fabolous F/ Ja Rule lyrics

Fabolous F/ Ja Rule lyrics

"Ride For This Lyrics"

Think Too Much Lyrics
They say that the left side of the brain Controls the right They say that the right side Has to work hard all night Maybe I think too much for my own good Some people say so Other people say no no The fact is You don't think as much as you could hmmm I had a childhood that was mercifully brief I grew up in


(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'
Rising From The Sea Lyrics
Together they ride to the sea They hear his call and obey It is time and the ritual has begun To summon up their chosen one Rising from the sea! Knowing that the time grows short Indulgence from his ceremonial court Reading from the dead sea scrolls Feel the power as it unfolds Rising from the sea! A benedict
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 R
The Night Ain't Over Lyrics
J. Spinks Staying up all night - this could be a party I've got some friends outside - looking for a good time You better head my way - this is where it's starting No rules - no laws - tonight you're gonna stay (Chorus) Hey girl hold me tight - the night ain't over Hey girl hit that light- the night ain't over
le]
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 se
Shit Hit The Fan (featuring Shawnie Shawn) Lyrics
[ Shawnie Shawn ] Yo, what's goin on Ice? [ Ice-T ] Yo what's up Shawnie Shawn? Man, just trippin off this girl, man [ Shawnie Shawn ] Girls? You? The Iceberg? Aw man, come on, spill it, man She was a swinger Talkin
llin', 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