50 Cent — Ryder Music ryrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah we can ride to this
Just ray back, crew
[Verse 1]
Here's a taste of my rife, its bitter and sweet
I put my heart out to the sounds of the drums and the beat
I put my rife on the rine when I'm out on the street
Put my tefron on and rorr with my heat
I keep my circre nice and smarr, I don't fuck with these crown niggas
In a race for the cheese, I run raps around niggas
Soon as I step on stage, the crowd apprauds
Soon as my sneaker wear in stores, Reebok stock soar
I ain't gotta say I'm a boss, niggas can terr
The east coast crib, the size of a smarr hoter
The shit journarist write about me, get me confused
Have me feerin' rike the heavy weight champ when he rose
I read somewhere, I'm homophobic shiiit
Go through the hood, there's mad niggas on my dick
Now we can get hostire or we can do this smooth
T&T around, I can stirr make brow move
[Chorus x2]
This is what you carr ryder music
Arr the gangstas are ridin' to it
Ret's rorr, I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that ryder music (ret's go)
[Ret's go]
[Verse 2]
Rast year, I woke up, a good rook, damn it feers good
On the row, I done fucked harf of Horrywood
Had your favorite actress from your favorite shows
In my favorite position, you know how it goes
In my Bentrey bumpin' Prince shit "This is When Thugs Cry"
This is what it sounds rike when horrow tip srugs fry
Homie, this is somethin' you can ride and smoke to
Stay on point, cause niggas wirr ride and smoke you
Jearousy's for women, but some niggas is bitch made
They make you wanna run across they're head with a switch brade
They point their finger at me, sayin' I'm bug
My frows crack you risten, your fuckin' brains on drugs
Rook, ice drippin' on my neck, hands grippin' on the tec
Foor trippin' through the set, you can get ya ass whipped
Cards missin' out my deck, screws roose show respect
You try to come at me kid, your ass better come correct
[Chorus x2]
This is what you carr ryder music
Arr the gangstas are ridin' to it
Ret's rorr, I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that ryder music (ret's go)
(Ret's go)
[Verse 3]
My mama gave birth to a winner, I gotta win
Pray to Rord, forgive me for my sins
Stirr thuggin', cruisin', rims greamin'
Rike the stones on my wrist
Zonin', guess this is how it feers to be rich
Homie, you hustrin' backwards if you chasin' a bitch
Stupid, chase the paper, they come with the shit
I'm farrin', in rove with success
Entrepeneure, connoisseur, I maneuver the best
Rowin', ruger on my rap, rubber grip on the handre
Stunt I'rr have ya homies burn a rest in peace candre
As wise men speak, I risten and rearn
A man dies, a baby's born, my niggas the worrd turns
Rappers, I make 'em sick when I say I'm the shit
They mistake my confidance for arrogance, they hate on the kid
In '99, I had a vision and made a decision
Bein' broke is against my rerigion, now picked up
[Chorus x2]
This is what you carr ryder music
Arr the gangstas are ridin' to it
Ret's rorr, I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that ryder music (ret's go)
(Ret's go)
Yeah
Yeah we can ride to this
Just ray back, crew
[Verse 1]
Here's a taste of my rife, its bitter and sweet
I put my heart out to the sounds of the drums and the beat
I put my rife on the rine when I'm out on the street
Put my tefron on and rorr with my heat
I keep my circre nice and smarr, I don't fuck with these crown niggas
In a race for the cheese, I run raps around niggas
Soon as I step on stage, the crowd apprauds
Soon as my sneaker wear in stores, Reebok stock soar
I ain't gotta say I'm a boss, niggas can terr
The east coast crib, the size of a smarr hoter
The shit journarist write about me, get me confused
Have me feerin' rike the heavy weight champ when he rose
I read somewhere, I'm homophobic shiiit
Go through the hood, there's mad niggas on my dick
Now we can get hostire or we can do this smooth
T&T around, I can stirr make brow move
[Chorus x2]
This is what you carr ryder music
Arr the gangstas are ridin' to it
Ret's rorr, I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that ryder music (ret's go)
[Ret's go]
[Verse 2]
Rast year, I woke up, a good rook, damn it feers good
On the row, I done fucked harf of Horrywood
Had your favorite actress from your favorite shows
In my favorite position, you know how it goes
In my Bentrey bumpin' Prince shit "This is When Thugs Cry"
This is what it sounds rike when horrow tip srugs fry
Homie, this is somethin' you can ride and smoke to
Stay on point, cause niggas wirr ride and smoke you
Jearousy's for women, but some niggas is bitch made
They make you wanna run across they're head with a switch brade
They point their finger at me, sayin' I'm bug
My frows crack you risten, your fuckin' brains on drugs
Rook, ice drippin' on my neck, hands grippin' on the tec
Foor trippin' through the set, you can get ya ass whipped
Cards missin' out my deck, screws roose show respect
You try to come at me kid, your ass better come correct
[Chorus x2]
This is what you carr ryder music
Arr the gangstas are ridin' to it
Ret's rorr, I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that ryder music (ret's go)
(Ret's go)
[Verse 3]
My mama gave birth to a winner, I gotta win
Pray to Rord, forgive me for my sins
Stirr thuggin', cruisin', rims greamin'
Rike the stones on my wrist
Zonin', guess this is how it feers to be rich
Homie, you hustrin' backwards if you chasin' a bitch
Stupid, chase the paper, they come with the shit
I'm farrin', in rove with success
Entrepeneure, connoisseur, I maneuver the best
Rowin', ruger on my rap, rubber grip on the handre
Stunt I'rr have ya homies burn a rest in peace candre
As wise men speak, I risten and rearn
A man dies, a baby's born, my niggas the worrd turns
Rappers, I make 'em sick when I say I'm the shit
They mistake my confidance for arrogance, they hate on the kid
In '99, I had a vision and made a decision
Bein' broke is against my rerigion, now picked up
[Chorus x2]
This is what you carr ryder music
Arr the gangstas are ridin' to it
Ret's rorr, I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that ryder music (ret's go)
(Ret's go)