Rider Pt. 2 (Main)歌词-G-Unit

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Rider Pt. 2 (Main) - G-Unit

Written by：C. JacksonD BrownR. ThomasC. LloydM. Bernard

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

I 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 sh*t I'm supposed to be rich

Mu'f**kers getting with my bread

Then I'm 'gon load my sh*t then count my sh*t

Ni**a trip I'll go for your head

I'll have your ni**a in an ambulance telling ya 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 mo' paper the mo' strength we 'gon get it

The fo' fifth come with the amp we ain't missing

I'm back on my b******t a verse is a full clip

Catch you with your b**ch throw a song in your new whip

Ni**a it's g-unit f**k your click

Like syphillis b**ch you stuck with this

I'm on you niggas die behind mine

Even if 50 drop me I still wouldn't sign

You done lost 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

I 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 sh*t I'm supposed to be rich

Mu'f**kers getting with my bread

Then I'm 'gon load my sh*t then count my sh*t

Ni**a trip I'll go for your head

I'm coming 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 sh*t you ain't seen before

Black card swipe we galore

Yeah I said these niggas stop talking then stop 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 t-wolf

I drive a spaceship ni**a 2008 sh*t

Kicks on I stay in some eight sh*t

Niggas on some apeshit they all get hit

Got the russian ak haitian flag on the clip

I 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 sh*t I'm supposed to be rich

Mu'f**kers getting with my bread

Then I'm gon load my sh*t then count my sh*t

Ni**a trip I'll go for your head