Dr. Dre - Ryder Music lyrics

[50 Cent] Yeah, yeah we can ride to this Just lay back, and cruise Here's a taste of my life, it's bitter and sweet I pour my heart out to the sounds of the drums and the beat I put my life on the line when I'm out on the street Put my Teflon on, and roll with my heat I keep my circle nice and small, I don't f** with these clown n***as In the race for the cheese I run laps around n***as Soon as I step on stage, the crowd applauds Sooner as my sneaker wear in stores, Reebok stock soared I ain't gotta say I'm a boss, n***as could tell A East coast crib the size of a small hotel The sh** journalists, write about me leave me confused Have me feelin like the heavyweight champ when he lose I read somewhere, I'm h*mophobic - sheeit Go through the hood, there's mad n***as on my dick Now we can get hostile, or we can do this smooth TNT around, I can still make blow move [Hook - repeat 2X] This is what you call rider music All the gangsters are ridin to it - c'mon, let's roll I can show you how we do it When we ride to that rider music - let's go, let's go [50 Cent] Last year I woke up with good luck, damn it feels good On the low, I done f**ed like half of Hollywood Had yo' favorite actress, from yo' favorite shows In my favorite position, you know how it goes And my Bentley bumpin' Prince sh**, this is "When Doves Cry" This is what it sounds like when hollow-tip slugs fly Homey this is somethin you can ride and smoke to Stay on point, cause n***as will ride and smoke you Jealousy's for women but some n***as is b**h made They make you wanna run across they head with a switchblade They point the finger at me, sayin I'm bugged My flow's crack, you listen? Your f**in brain's on d** Look ice drippin on my neck, hands grippin on a tec Fool trippin threw a set, you can get yo' a** wet Cards messin up my deck, screws loose show respect You try to come at me kid yo' a** better come correct [Hook] [50 Cent] My momma gave birth to a winner, I gotta win Pray the Lord forgive me for my sins (uh-huh) I'm still thuggin Cruisin, rims gleamin like the stones on my wrist Zonin, guess this is how it feels to be rich Homey, you hustlin backwards if you chasin a b**h Stupid - chase the paper they come with the sh** I'm fallin, in love with success Entrepeneur, conniseur, I maneuver the best Rollin, Ruger on my lap, rubber grip on the handle Stunner have your homies burnin rest in peace candles As wise men speak I listen and learn A man dies, a baby's born, my n***a the world turns Rappers I make 'em sick, when I say I'm the sh** They mistake my confidence for arrogance, they hate on the kid In 99 I had a vision and made a decision Bein broke is against my religion, now I'm caked up - what? [Hook] - to fade