Rider Pt.2

[(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

Nigga trip I'll come for yo head

[verse1: 50 Cent]

I'll have your nigga 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

[verse 2: Yung Buck]

(slow motion) G-Unit,(regular speed) f*** your click

Like syphillis b**** you stuck with this

(SLow motion) I'ma loyal nigga nigga,(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

Nigga trip I'll come for yo head

[verse 3: Lloyd Bank$]

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)

[verse 4: Tony Yayo]

I said these niggas 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, nigga 2008 shit

Hermaide kicks on I stay in some ape shit

Niggas on some ape shit, they all get hit

Got the russian AK, Haitian flag on the clip

[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

Nigga trip I'll come for yo head (Nah, Nah Nigga)