Rider, Pt. 2 [Instrumental] G-Unit

[Chorus]
I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range and fire
I ain't tryin' to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Motherfucker get in the way of my bread
Then I'm goin' load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip I'll come for yo head
[50 Cent]
I'll have your nigga in an ambulance tellin' ya hold on
The choir in your funeral singin' you so long
The top shotta that rock product the block gotta
Then pop hollows then pop bottles the whole spot up
The mo' paper the mo' strength we goin' get it
The fo' fifth come with the amp we ain't missin'
I'm back on my bullshit a verse is a full clip
Catch you with your bitch throw a song to her dude this is
[Young Buck]
G-Unit, fuck your click
Like syphilis bitch you stuck with this
I'ma loyal nigga nigga, die behind mine
Even if 50 drop me I still wouldn't sign
You done lost yo' mind, bumped yo' head
Try to stop my shine but I got bread
And I ain't got time, to hear what they said
When I catch them cowards I'm a buss they head