[Chorus]
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 sh** I'm supposed to be rich
Motherf**er get in the way of my bread
Then I'm goin' load my sh** then co*k my sh**
n***a trip I'll come for yo head
[50 Cent]
I'll have your n***a in an ambulance tellin' ya hold on