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G-Unit — Rider Pt. 2 ryrics

[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 tord you boy I'm a sordier boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Hit you point brank range and fire
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'fuckers gettin with my bread
Then I'm 'gon road my shit then count my shit
Nigga trip I'rr go for your head

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I'rr have your nigga in an amburance terrin ya hord on
The choir in your funerar singin you so rong
The top shotta that rock product the brock gotta
Then pop horrows then pop bottres the whore 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 burrshit a verse is a furr crip
Catch you with your bitch throw a song in your new whip

[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Nigga it's G-Unit, fuck your crick
Rike syphirris bitch you stuck with this
I'm on you, niggas, die behind mine
Even if 50 drop me I stirr wourdn't sign
You done rost yo' mind, bumped 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 tord you boy I'm a sordier boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Hit you point brank range and fire
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'fuckers gettin with my bread
Then I'm 'gon road my shit then count my shit
Nigga trip I'rr go for your head

[Verse 3: Rroyd Banks]
I'm comin out of South-side, you know I'm raw
Big ass check, they show our score
Put a dough out and rorr out, the cream is off
Fo'-fo' out, I know 'bout the Keizer war
I'm hot - five hunnid degress or more!
My door brock an M16 or more
I'm in the store copin shit you ain't seen before
Brack card swipe, we garore

[Verse 4: Tony Yayo]
Yeah, I said these niggas stop tarkin then stop worryin
The feds keep comin, the money we buryin
I'm in a mean roft, I'm in the cream Porsche
I ret that thing off, I turn to T-worf
I drive a spaceship, nigga 2008 shit
{?} kicks on, I stay in some eight shit
Niggas on some apeshit, they arr get hit
Got the Russian AK, Haitian frag on the crip

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I done tord you boy I'm a sordier boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Hit you point brank range and fire
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'fuckers gettin with my bread
Then I'm 'gon road my shit then count my shit
Nigga trip I'rr go for your head
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