lirik lagu unit – rider pt. 2 – g
(feat. young buck)
[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 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 sh-t i’m supposed to be rich
mu’f-ckers gettin with my bread
then i’m ‘gon load my sh-t then count my sh-t
n-gg- trip i’ll go for your head
[verse 1: 50 cent]
i’ll have your n-gg- 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 bullsh-t a verse is a full clip
catch you with your b-tch throw a song in your new whip
[verse 2: young buck]
n-gg- it’s g-unit, f-ck your click
like syphillis b-tch you stuck with this
i’m on you, n-gg-s, die behind mine
even if 50 drop me i still wouldn’t sign
you done lost yo’ mind, b-mped 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 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 sh-t i’m supposed to be rich
mu’f-ckers gettin with my bread
then i’m ‘gon load my sh-t then count my sh-t
n-gg- trip i’ll go for your head
[verse 3: lloyd banks]
i’m comin out of south-side, you know i’m raw
big -ss 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
[verse 4: tony yayo]
yeah, i said these n-gg-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 sp-ceship, n-gg- 2008 sh-t
{?} kicks on, i stay in some eight sh-t
n-gg-s on some apesh-t, 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 tryin to hear sh-t i’m supposed to be rich
mu’f-ckers gettin with my bread
then i’m ‘gon load my sh-t then count my sh-t
n-gg- trip i’ll go for your head
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