50 CENT - Ryder Music lyrics

rate me

[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 fuck with these clown niggaz

In the race for the cheese I run laps around niggaz

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, niggaz could tell

A East coast crib the size of a small hotel

The shit journalists, write about me leave me confused

Have me feelin like the heavyweight champ when he lose

I read somewhere, I'm homophobic - sheeit

Go through the hood, there's mad niggaz on my dick

Now we can get hostile, or we can this smooth

TNT around, I can still make blow move

[Chorus x2]

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 fucked 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 shit, 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 niggaz will ride and smoke you

Jealousy's for women but some niggaz is bitch 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 fuckin brain's on drugs

Look ice drippin on my neck, hands grippin on a tec

Fool trippin threw a set, you can get yo' ass wet

Cards messin up my deck, screws loose show respect

You try to come at me kid yo' ass better come correct

[Chorus]

[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 all front backwards if you chasin a bitch

Stupid - chase the paper they come with the shit

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 nigga the world turns

Rappers I make 'em sick, when I say I'm the shit

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?

[Chorus to fade]