Rider Pt. 2

[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 syphilis, 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 degrees 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