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50 Cent - Rider lyrics
[50 Cent - Chorus] 
 I done told ya boy, Im'a soldier boy 
 I got no choice but to be a rider 
 I approach ya boy, with the toaster boy 
 Get to point blank range & firrreee 
 I aint tryna hear shit Im supposed to be rich 
 Mother fucker get in way of my bread 
 Then Im gone load my shit, then cock my shit 
 Nigga Tre-Pound come for your head 
 [50 Cent - Verse 1] 
 I'll have ya nigga in the ambulance tellin' ya 'Hold on' 
 The choir at your funeral singin' for so long 
 The top shotter that rock product, the block gotta 
 That pop hollows & pop bottles the whole spots 
 The more paper the more strength we gone get it 
 The four fifth come with a Inf we ain't missin' 
 Im back on my bullshit a verse is a full clip 
 Catch you with ya bitch throw a song in ya new whip 
[50 Cent - Chorus] 
 I done told ya boy, Im'a soldier boy 
 I got no choice but to be a rider 
 I approach ya boy, with the toaster boy 
 Get to point blank range & firrreee 
 I aint tryna hear shit Im supposed to be rich 
 Mother fucker get in way of my bread 
 Then Im gone load my shit, then cock my shit 
 Nigga Tre-Pound come for your head 
 50 Cent - Rider - http://motolyrics.com/50-cent/rider-lyrics.html
 [Lloyd Banks - Verse 3] 
 Im comin' outta Southside, you know Im raw 
 Big ass cheque, they show I score 
 Pull the dough out and roll out the cream Azure 
 Fo' fo' out I know 'bout the Keizer of war 
 Im hot, five hundred degrees or more 
 My door'll block an M16 or more 
 Im in the store coppin' shit you ain't seen before 
 Black card swiping, green galore 
 [Tony Yayo - Verse 4] 
 Yeah yeah.. 
 I said these niggas stop talkin' then start worryin' 
 The FEDS keep comin', the money we buryin' 
 Im in a loft, Im in a green Porsche 
 I let that thing off, I turn T-Wolf 
 I drive a spaceship nigga 2008 shit 
 Her made kicks on, I stay in Ape shit 
 Niggas on some hate shit, they all get hit 
 Russian AK Haitian flag on the clip 
 [50 Cent - Chorus] 
 I done told ya boy, Im'a soldier boy 
 I got no choice but to be a rider 
 I approach ya boy, with the toaster boy 
 Get to point blank range & firrreee 
 I aint tryna hear shit Im supposed to be rich 
 Mother fucker get in way of my bread 
 Then Im gone load my shit, then cock my shit 
 Nigga Tre-Pound come for your head








