G-unit - Rider II lyrics

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 sh** I'm supposed to be rich Mu'f**ers gettin' with my bread Then I'm 'gon load my sh** then count my sh** n***a trip I'll go for your head I'll have your n***a 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** a verse is a full clip Catch you with your b**h throw a song in your new whip n***a it's g-unit, f** your click Like syphillis b**h you stuck with this I'm on you, n***as, 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 sh** I'm supposed to be rich Mu'f**ers gettin with my bread Then I'm 'gon load my sh** then count my sh** n***a 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 sh** you ain't seen before Black card swipe, we galore Yeah, I said these n***as 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***a 2008 sh** ? kicks on, I stay in some eight sh** n***as on some apesh**, 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 sh** I'm supposed to be rich Mu'f**ers gettin with my bread Then I'm 'gon load my sh** then count my sh** n***a trip I'll go for your head