G-Unit 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 s___ I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'f___a get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my s___ then c___ my s___
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, b__ped 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)

(Lloyd Bank$)

I'm comin out of South-side, you know I'm raw
Big a__ 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 s___ 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 s___e ship, n____ 2008 s___
Hermaide kicks on I stay in some ape s___
n____s on some ape s___, they all get hit
Got the russian AK, Haitian flag on the clip

(Chrous, 50 cent)

(Unknown Artis)

Nah muh f___a, this s___ ain't done
Think about what I'll do to ya, ya pick on Bun
Then the torpedo s___ 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 s___ don't b__p
Kid rocks a semi-auto when my s___ dump
Hit 16 Seribellums wit that pump (b____)