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(Whomp, whomp)
What you ride for? What you die Bounce!
I got some bitches ride for me, die for me
(Whomp)
What you ride What you die for? Bounce!
I got some bitches that'll for me, die for me
(Whomp, whomp)

Cornbread by the ki, the language you call on a G
Prices cut when you on me
Sleepy fuck all over your jones, holla at my cousin for zones
He don't communicate with Fiend unless you're buildin' a
kill on his momma, before he short me
Shoot him in his heart then go it to heart, see gon' mob me
Ghetto red hot, seventeen block
Yes, I issue more shit for you to cop, then it by the docks

Hide the gun if you can't cops
So ain't no where your boy rots
I employ Rotts that be off the rocks
Speak in fives, like gimme you got
And pop a nigga ass from the rooftop
And still catch the 'Kiss later with The L.O.X.
We real raw, my dog signin' with the R and R
Fuck with me, you blow up your car like dog

How I don't stop in this
You wanna get in and get gone, gotta get my thug on
You war? Okay, alright, bring it on
me, you ashes
(Boy)
I'm a leave you
(Uh huh)
I'm a ghetto bastard if I want it let me it
(Woo!)
You play the game raw, I make a fuckin'
(Blaow!)
You play thug in the streets, I'm wavin' at chest
(Nigga)

You heard about me boy, you don't no drama
I it hard for you to breathe in the streets
While your baby momma, 'coz my mind shawty
While you poppin that X, pop yo' chest
And you dead in the party like soakin' wet
That's what when you flex
In the A-T-L don't be caught in the hype
I make two phone calls from a pay and there go your life

What you ride for? What you die Bounce!
I got some niggaz that'll for me, die for me
(Whomp, whomp)
you ride for? What you die for? Bounce!
I got some that'll ride for me, die for me
(Whomp)

What you ride for? you die for? Bounce!
I got some niggaz that'll for me, die for me
(Whomp)
What you for? What you die for? Bounce!
I got some bitches ride for me, die for me
(Whomp, whomp)

I, lock shit like a, big pimp
Eight with no, fake shit nigga
Coast to coast hoes with my clique nigga
Stick my clip in, and do a hit for nigga
Dirty money, the only way for nigga
Hustle hustle, tryin' to be a rich nigga
If I get up, I'll never be a snitch nigga
We pimpin' hard charge it all to a bitch

Under my is a big fo'-fifth nigga
Fuckin' with me is like, off a cliff nigga
And I don't practice I was born this gift nigga
Pure from my brain to my lips nigga
Sticky green takes my mind on a trip
In A-T-L I get my Gucci down at Phipps
We call 'em slabs in New York, they call 'em whips
One hundred baby, Eightball gotta dip
Uh, uh, uh uh uh

Uh, uh, yo when I'm loadin' the clips, I hate, face be on 'em
That's why I coppin' the guns with safeties on 'em
When I touch down, call me up, I'm on the
With the mac, niggaz "Eightballs" and up
You wanna know why is broke, because they hate money
The rims I'm sittin' on is in they late twenties
wanna see me holla at 'em, throw a dollar at 'em and
If they hustle some hard or some powder at 'em
is for my South niggaz

Gold and ice in they mouth niggaz
ride out niggaz
Everybody follow the bitches
Until they realize, bullets follow the stitches
On the other hand, shit is real low, it's a that
Nine out of ten niggaz mouths get 'em though
you ride for? What you die for?
'Cause I got some niggaz and some bitches that's my that I kill for

What you ride for? What you die Bounce!
I got some niggaz that'll for me, die for me
(Whomp, whomp)
What you ride for? What you die Bounce!
I got some that'll ride for me, die for me
(Whomp)

you ride for? What you die for? Bounce!
I got some niggaz ride for me, die for me
(Whomp)
What you ride for? What you die Bounce!
I got some that'll ride for me, die for me
(Whomp, whomp)