[Intro: 50 Cent]
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RRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!
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WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!!!!
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WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!!!!
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WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!!!!
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WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!!!!
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[Chorus: 50 Cent]
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I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
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I got no choice but to be a rider
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I approach you boy with the toaster boy
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Hit you point blank range and fire
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I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
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Mu'fuckers gettin with my bread
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Then I'm 'gon load my shit then count my shit
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Nigga trip I'll go for your head
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[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
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I'll have your nigga in an ambulance tellin ya hold on
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The choir in your funeral singin you so long
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The top shotta that rock product the block gotta
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Then pop hollows then pop bottles the whole spot up
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The mo' paper the mo' strength we 'gon get it
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The fo' fifth come with the amp we ain't missin
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I'm back on my bullshit a verse is a full clip
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Catch you with your bitch throw a song in your new whip
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[Verse 2: Young Buck]
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Nigga it's G-Unit, fuck your click
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Like syphillis bitch you stuck with this
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I'm on you, niggas, die behind mine
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Even if 50 drop me I still wouldn't sign
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You done lost yo' mind, bumped yo' head
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Try to stop my shine but I got bread
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And I ain't got time, to hear what they said
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When I catch them cowards I'm a buss they head
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[Chorus: 50 Cent]
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I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
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I got no choice but to be a rider
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I approach you boy with the toaster boy
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Hit you point blank range and fire
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I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
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Mu'fuckers gettin with my bread
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Then I'm 'gon load my shit then count my shit
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Nigga trip I'll go for your head
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[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
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I'm comin out of South-side, you know I'm raw
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Big ass check, they show our score
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Put a dough out and roll out, the cream is off
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Fo'-fo' out, I know 'bout the Keizer war
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I'm hot - five hunnid degress or more!
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My door block an M16 or more
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I'm in the store copin shit you ain't seen before
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Black card swipe, we galore
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[Verse 4: Tony Yayo]
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Yeah, I said these niggas stop talkin then stop worryin
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The feds keep comin, the money we buryin
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I'm in a mean loft, I'm in the cream Porsche
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I let that thing off, I turn to T-wolf
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I drive a spaceship, nigga 2008 shit
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{?} kicks on, I stay in some eight shit
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Niggas on some apeshit, they all get hit
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Got the Russian AK, Haitian flag on the clip
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[Chorus: 50 Cent]
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I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
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I got no choice but to be a rider
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I approach you boy with the toaster boy
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Hit you point blank range and fire
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I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
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Mu'fuckers gettin with my bread
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Then I'm 'gon load my shit then count my shit
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Nigga trip I'll go for your head
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Rider Pt. 2
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G-Unit |