Rider Pt 2 - G-Unit
Rrrrrrrrrr
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
I told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Hit you point blank range and fire
I ain't trying to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'f**kers getting with my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then count my shit
Nigga trip I'll go for your head
I'll have your nigga in an ambulance telling ya hold on
The choir in your funeral singing 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 missing
I'm back on my bullshit a verse is a full clip
Catch you with your bitch throw a song in your new whip
Nigga it's g-unit f**k your click
Like syphillis bitch you stuck with this
I'm on you niggas 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
I told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Hit you point blank range and fire
I ain't trying to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'f**kers getting with my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then count my shit
Nigga trip I'll go for your head
I'm coming out of south-side you know I'm raw
Big ass check they show our score
Put a dough out and roll out the cream is off
Fo'-fo' out I know 'bout the keizer war
I'm hot five hunnid degress or more
My door block an m16 or more
I'm in the store copin shit you ain't seen before
Black card swipe we galore
Yeah I said these niggas stop talking then stop worrying
The feds keep coming the money we burying
I'm in a mean loft I'm in the cream porsche
I let that thing off I turn to t-wolf
I drive a spaceship nigga 2008 shit
Kicks on I stay in some eight shit
Niggas on some apeshit they all get hit
Got the russian ak haitian flag on the clip
I told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Hit you point blank range and fire
I ain't trying to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'f**kers getting with my bread
Then I'm gon load my shit then count my shit
Nigga trip I'll go for your head