Rider Pt. 2 G-Unit (Ft. Young Buck)

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
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
Hit you point blank range and fire
I ain't trying to hear shit, I'm supposed to be rich
Motherfuckers getting with my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip, I'll go for your head

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I'll have your nigga in an ambulance telling you hold on
The choir in your funeral singing you so long
The top shotta, that rock product, the block gotta
Then pop hollows then pop bottles, the whole spot up
The more paper the more strength, we gon' 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 in your new whip