50 Cent, G-Unit & Whoo Kid Rider pt. 2 Lyrics
            Artist: G-Unit
            Album:  Elephant in the Sand Mixtape
            Song:   Rider Part Two
        
            [Intro: 50 Cent]
            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!!!!
        
            [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 tryin to hear s___ I'm supposed to be rich
            Mu'f___ers gettin with my bread
            Then I'm 'gon load my s___ then count my s___
            n____ trip I'll go for your head
        
            [Verse 1: 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 in your new whip
        
            [Verse 2: Young Buck]
            n____ it's G-Unit, f___ your click
            Like syphillis b____ you stuck with this
            I'm on you, n____s, 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]
            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 s___ I'm supposed to be rich
            Mu'f___ers gettin with my bread
            Then I'm 'gon load my s___ then count my s___
            n____ trip I'll go for your head
        
            [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
            I'm comin out of South-side, you know I'm raw
            Big a__ 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 s___ you ain't seen before
            Black card swipe, we galore
        
            [Verse 4: Tony Yayo]
            Yeah, I said these n____s 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 s___eship, n____ 2008 s___
            {?} kicks on, I stay in some eight s___
            n____s on some apeshit, 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 tryin to hear s___ I'm supposed to be rich
            Mu'f___ers gettin with my bread
            Then I'm 'gon load my s___ then count my s___
            n____ trip I'll go for your head
        
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