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Published : April 03, 2008 |
Author : 50_Cents
Song Lyrics By : 50 Cents Lyrics | Total Views
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50 CENT LYRICS
"Ryder
Music"
[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah we can ride to this
Just lay
back, crew
[Verse 1]
Here's a taste of my life, its bitter and
sweet
I put 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 fuck with these clown
niggas
In a race for the cheese, I run laps around niggas
Soon as I step
on stage, the crowd applauds
Soon as my sneaker wear in stores, Reebok stock
soar
I ain't gotta say I'm a boss, niggas can tell
The east coast crib,
the size of a small hotel
The shit journalist write about me, get me
confused
Have me feelin' like the heavy weight champ when he lose
I read
somewhere, I'm homophobic shiiit
Go through the hood, there's mad niggas on
my dick
Now we can get hostile or we can do this smooth
T&T around, I
can still make blow move
[Chorus x2]
This is what you call
ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin' to it
Let's roll, I can show ya
how we do it
When we ride to that ryder music (let's go)
[Let's
go]
[Verse 2]
Last year, I woke up, a good look, damn it
feels good
On the low, I done fucked half of Hollywood
Had your favorite
actress from your favorite shows
In my favorite position, you know how it
goes
In my Bentley bumpin' Prince shit "This is When Thugs Cry"
This is
what it sounds like when hollow tip slugs fly
Homie, this is somethin' you
can ride and smoke to
Stay on point, cause niggas will ride and smoke
you
Jealousy's for women, but some niggas is bitch made
They make you
wanna run across they're head with a switch blade
They point their finger at
me, sayin' I'm bug
My flows crack you listen, your fuckin' brains on
drugs
Look, ice drippin' on my neck, hands grippin' on the tec
Fool
trippin' through the set, you can get ya ass whipped
Cards missin' out my
deck, screws loose show respect
You try to come at me kid, your ass better
come correct
[Chorus x2]
This is what you call ryder
music
All the gangstas are ridin' to it
Let's roll, I can show ya how we
do it
When we ride to that ryder music (let's go)
(Let's
go)
[Verse 3]
My mama gave birth to a winner, I gotta
win
Pray to Lord, forgive me for my sins
Still thuggin', cruisin', rims
gleamin'
Like the stones on my wrist
Zonin', guess this is how it feels to
be rich
Homie, you hustlin' backwards if you chasin' a bitch
Stupid, chase
the paper, they come with the shit
I'm fallin', in love with
success
Entrepeneure, connoisseur, I maneuver the best
Rowin', ruger on my
lap, rubber grip on the handle
Stunt I'll have ya homies burn a rest in peace
candle
As wise men speak, I listen and learn
A man dies, a baby's born, my
niggas the world turns
Rappers, I make 'em sick when I say I'm the
shit
They mistake my confidance for arrogance, they hate on the kid
In
'99, I had a vision and made a decision
Bein' broke is against my religion,
now picked up
[Chorus x2]
This is what you call ryder
music
All the gangstas are ridin' to it
Let's roll, I can show ya how we
do it
When we ride to that ryder music (let's go)
(Let's go)
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