RIDER PT.2 FEAT. YOUNG BUCK 歌詞 G-Unit,Young Buck ふりがな付

(50 Cent)
Grrrrr!
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
Get to point blank range and fire
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Muahf**cka get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm gon load my shit then cock my shit
Nig** trip I'll come for yo head

(Verse 1 - 50 Cent)
I'll have your nig** in an ambulance tellin ya "Hold on"
The choir in your funeral singin you "So Long"
The top shotta that rock Prada 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 bullshit a verse is a full clip
Catch you with your bitch throw a song to you nig** this is

(Verse 2 - Young Buck)
G-Unit, fu** your click
Like syphillis bitch you stuck with this
I'm a loyal nig**, 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'ma buss they head

(Chorus)

(Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks)
I'm comin out of Southside, you know I'm raw
Big ass check, they show our score
Pull the dough out, and roll out the Kreamizore
Fo'-fo' out, I know bout, the keys of war
I'm hot, five hundred degrees or more
My do' block a M-16 or more
I'm in the store coppin' shit you ain't seen before
Black card swipe, we galore

(Verse 4 - Tony Yayo)
I said these nig**s stop talkin' then start worryin'
The FEDs keep comin' the money we buryin'
I'm in a mean loft, I'm in the Cream Porshe
I let that thing off, I turn to T-Wolf
I drive a space ship, nig** 2008 shit
Hermaide kicks on I stay in some ape shit
Nig**s on some ape shit, they all get hit
Got the Russian AK, Haitian flag on the clip