Rider, Pt. 2 (feat. Young Buck)

G-Unit

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I done told ya boy, Im'a soldier boy 
I got no choice but to be a rider 
I approach ya boy, with the toaster boy 
Get to point blank range & firrreee 
I aint tryna hear shit Im supposed to be rich 
Mother fucker get in way of my bread 
Then Im gone load my shit, then cock my shit 
Nigga Trip i'll come for your headI'll have ya nigga in the ambulance tellin' ya 'Hold on' 
The choir at your funeral singin' for so long 
The top shotter that rock product, the block gotta 
That pop hollows & pop bottles the whole spots 
The more paper the more strength we gone get it 
The four fifth come with a Inf we ain't missin' 
Im back on my bullshit a verse is a full clip 
Catch you with ya bitch throw a song in ya new whip 
Nigga its G-Unit 
Fuck ya clique, like syphilis bitch, you stuck with this 
Im a loyal nigga, die behind mine 
Even If 50 dropped me, I still wouldn't sign 
Either lost 'yo mind, or pumped 'yo head 
Tryna stop my shine, but I got bread 
And I ain't got time, to hear what they said 
When I catch them cowards, Im'a bust they headI done told ya boy, Im'a soldier boy 
I got no choice but to be a rider 
I approach ya boy, with the toaster boy 
Get to point blank range & firrreee 
I aint tryna hear shit Im supposed to be rich 
Mother fucker get in way of my bread 
Then Im gone load my shit, then cock my shit 
Nigga trip i'll come for your head 
Im comin' outta Southside, you know Im raw 
Big ass check, they show I score 
Pull the dough out and roll out the cream Azure 
Fo' fo' out I know 'bout the Keys of war 
Im hot, five hundred degrees or more 
My door'll block an M16 or more 
Im in the store coppin' shit you ain't seen before 
Black card swiping, green galoreYeah yeah. 
I said these niggas stop talkin' then start worryin' 
The feds keep comin', the money we buryin' 
Im in a loft, Im in a green Porsche 
I let that thing off, I turn T-Wolf 
I drive a spaceship nigga 2008 shit 
Her made kicks on, I stay in Ape shit 
Niggas on some hate shit, they all get hit 
Russian AK, Haitian flag on the clipI done told ya boy, Im'a soldier boy 
I got no choice but to be a rider 
I approach ya boy, with the toaster boy 
Get to point blank range & firrreee 
I aint tryna hear shit Im supposed to be rich 
Mother fucker get in way of my bread 
Then Im gone load my shit, then cock my shit 
Nigga Trip i'll come for your head

Rider, Pt. 2 (feat. Young Buck) - G-Unit Lyrics

I done told ya boy, Im'a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach ya boy, with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range & firrreee
I aint tryna hear shit Im supposed to be rich
Mother fucker get in way of my bread
Then Im gone load my shit, then cock my shit
Nigga Trip i'll come for your headI'll have ya nigga in the ambulance tellin' ya 'Hold on'
The choir at your funeral singin' for so long
The top shotter that rock product, the block gotta
That pop hollows & pop bottles the whole spots
The more paper the more strength we gone get it
The four fifth come with a Inf we ain't missin'
Im back on my bullshit a verse is a full clip
Catch you with ya bitch throw a song in ya new whip
Nigga its G-Unit
Fuck ya clique, like syphilis bitch, you stuck with this
Im a loyal nigga, die behind mine
Even If 50 dropped me, I still wouldn't sign
Either lost 'yo mind, or pumped 'yo head
Tryna stop my shine, but I got bread
And I ain't got time, to hear what they said
When I catch them cowards, Im'a bust they headI done told ya boy, Im'a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach ya boy, with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range & firrreee
I aint tryna hear shit Im supposed to be rich
Mother fucker get in way of my bread
Then Im gone load my shit, then cock my shit
Nigga trip i'll come for your head
Im comin' outta Southside, you know Im raw
Big ass check, they show I score
Pull the dough out and roll out the cream Azure
Fo' fo' out I know 'bout the Keys of war
Im hot, five hundred degrees or more
My door'll block an M16 or more
Im in the store coppin' shit you ain't seen before
Black card swiping, green galoreYeah yeah.
I said these niggas stop talkin' then start worryin'
The feds keep comin', the money we buryin'
Im in a loft, Im in a green Porsche
I let that thing off, I turn T-Wolf
I drive a spaceship nigga 2008 shit
Her made kicks on, I stay in Ape shit
Niggas on some hate shit, they all get hit
Russian AK, Haitian flag on the clipI done told ya boy, Im'a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach ya boy, with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range & firrreee
I aint tryna hear shit Im supposed to be rich
Mother fucker get in way of my bread
Then Im gone load my shit, then cock my shit
Nigga Trip i'll come for your head

Rider, Pt. 2 (feat. Young Buck) lyrics !!!