Rider Ii Lyrics - 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 done 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 tryin' to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich 

Mu'fuckers gettin' with my bread 

Then I'm 'gon load my shit then count my shit 

Nigga trip I'll go for your head 

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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 bitch throw a song in your new whip 

Nigga it's g-unit, fuck 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 

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I done 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 tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich 

Mu'fuckers gettin with my bread 

Then I'm 'gon load my shit then count my shit 

Nigga trip I'll go for your head 

I'm comin' 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 talkin then stop worryin 

The feds keep comin, the money we buryin 

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 done 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 tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich 

Mu'fuckers gettin with my bread 

Then I'm 'gon load my shit then count my shit 

Nigga trip I'll go for your head