G-Unit - Rider Pt. 2 Lyrics

(50 Cent)

GRRRRRRRRRR
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA

Chrous, 50 Cent

I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a riiida
I approach you boy with the toaster boy

Get to point blank range and fiiiya
I ain't tryin' to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
N**** trip I'll come for yo head

(50 Cent)

I'll have your n**** in an ambulance tellin' ya hold on
The choir in your funeral singin' you so long
The top shotta that rock product the block gotta
Then pop hollows then pop bottles the whole spot up

The mo' paper the mo' strength we 'gon get it
The fo' fifth come with the amp we ain't missin
I'm back on my bullshit a verse is a full clip
Catch you with your b**** throw a song to her dude this is

(Yung Buck)

(slow motion) G-Unit, (regular speed) f*** your click
Like syphillis b**** you stuck with this
(SLow motion) I'ma loyal n**** n****,(regular speed) die behind mine

Even if 50 drop me I still wouldn't sign

You done lost yo' mind, bumped yo' head
Try to stop my shine but I got bread
And I ain't got time, to hear what they said
When I catch them cowards I'm a buss they head

Chorus, 50 cent

I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a riiida
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range and fiiiya

I ain't tryin' to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
N**** trip I'll come for yo head

(Lloyd Banks)

I'm comin' out of South-side, you know I'm raw
Big ass check, dey show our score
Pull the dough out, and roll out, the Kreamizore
Fo' Fo' out, I know bout, the keys of war
I'm HOT- five hunnid degrees or more

My do' block a M-16 or more
I'm in the store copin shit u ain't seen before
Black card swipe,(yea) we galore(yea)

(Tony Yayo)

I said these n****s stop talkin then start worryin'
The FEDS keep comin' the money we burryin'
I'm in a mean loft, I'm in tha Cream Porshe
I let that thing off, then turn to T-Wolf

I drive a space ship, n**** 2008 shit
Hermaide kicks on I stay in some ape shit
N****s on some ape shit, they all get hit
Got the russian AK, Haitian flag on the clip

Chrous, 50 cent

I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a riiida
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range and fiiiya

I ain't tryin' to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
N**** trip I'll come for yo head (Nah, Nah N****)

Nah muh f**ka, this shit ain't done
Think about what I'll do to ya, ya pick on Bun
Then the torpedo shit wanna gimme a gun
Let tha beam tan him up like he sat in the sun

I'm bout my bread, I'll hit ya for crumbs
In the streets I'm like a catholic ya can' get none (hahahahaha)

Poppin' off for practice cuz this ain't calm
Bout to eat ya food up like thiss free lunch

The parkin' lot support supply when I pop that trunk
Then ya fleein' cross the settle cuz the shit don't bump
Kid rocks a semi-auto when my shit dump
Hit 16 Seribellums wit that pump (bi*ch)

I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a riiida
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range and fiiiya

I ain't tryin' to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
N**** trip I'll come for yo head

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