Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rider Pt. 2 , by - G-Unit. Release date: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rider Pt. 2 |
| 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 |