Rider Pt. 2 lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks, 50 Cent, Young Buck)

[Intro: 50 Cent]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

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 trying to hear shit, I'm supposed to be rich

Motherfuckers getting with my bread

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

Nigga trip ,I'll go for your head

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

I'll have your nigga in an ambulance telling you 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 more paper the more 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

[Verse 2: Young Buck]

Nigga, it's G-Unit, fuck your clique

Like syphillis, bitch, you stuck with this

I'm a loyal nigga, die behind mine

Even if 50 drop me I still wouldn't sign

You done lost your mind, bumped your 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'mma bust their head

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

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 trying to hear shit, I'm supposed to be rich

Motherfuckers getting with my bread

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

Nigga trip ,I'll go for your head

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]

I'm coming out of Southside, you know I'm raw

Big-ass check, they show our score

I pull the dough out, and roll out, the cream Azure

The fo'-fo' out, I know 'bout the keys of war

I'm hot, five hundred degress or more

My door block an M16 or more

I'm in the store copping shit you ain't seen before

Black card swipe, green galore

[Verse 4: Tony Yayo]

Yeah, I said these niggas stop talking then start 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 Teen Wolf

I drive a spaceship, nigga, 2008 shit

Hermès kicks on, I stay in some ape shit

Niggas on some hate 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 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

Motherfuckers getting with my bread

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

Nigga trip ,I'll go for your head