Ryder Music

[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 niggas In the race for the cheese I run laps around niggas 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, niggas 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 niggas on my dick Now we can get hostile, or we can do this smooth TNT around, I can still make blow move [Hook - repeat 2X] 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 niggas will ride and smoke you Jealousy's for women but some niggas 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 [Hook] [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 hustlin 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? [Hook] - to fade