G unit Rider Lyrics
            50 Cent - Chorus]
            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 s___ Im supposed to be rich
            Mother f___er get in way of my bread
            Then Im gone load my s___, then c___ my s___
            n____ Tre-Pound come for your head
        
            [50 Cent - Verse 1]
            I'll have ya n____ 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 b____ throw a song in ya new whip
        
            [Young Buck - Verse 2]
            n____ its G-Unit
            f___ ya clique, like sifiless b____ you stuck with this
            Im a loyal n____, 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 head
        
            [50 Cent - Chorus]
            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 s___ Im supposed to be rich
            Mother f___er get in way of my bread
            Then Im gone load my s___, then c___ my s___
            n____ Tre-Pound come for your head
        
            [Lloyd Banks - Verse 3]
            Im comin' outta Southside, you know Im raw
            Big a__ cheque, they show I score
            Pull the dough out and roll out the cream Azure
            Fo' fo' out I know 'bout the Keizer of war
            Im hot, five hundred degrees or more
            My door'll block an M16 or more
            Im in the store coppin' s___ you ain't seen before
            Black card swiping, green galore
        
            [Tony Yayo - Verse 4]
            Yeah yeah..
            I said these n____s 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 s___eship n____ 2008 s___
            Her made kicks on, I stay in Ape s___
            n____s on some hate s___, they all get hit
            Russian AK Haitian flag on the clip
        
            [50 Cent - Chorus]
            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 s___ Im supposed to be rich
            Mother f___er get in way of my bread
            Then Im gone load my s___, then c___ my s___
            n____ Tre-Pound come for your head
        
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