Young Buck, G-Unit — Rider, Pt. 2

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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 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
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 bulls*** a verse is a full clip
Catch you with your b**** throw a song in your new whip
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, 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 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
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
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 spaceship, n**** 2008 s***
kicks on, I stay in some eight s***
N****s on some apes***, they all get hit
Got the Russian AK, Haitian flag on the clip
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