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Текст песни 50 Cent - Ryder Music

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[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah we can ride to this
Just lay back, crew

[Verse 1]
Here`s a taste of my life, its bitter and sweet
I put 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 a race for the cheese, I run laps around niggas
Soon as I step on stage, the crowd applauds
Soon as my sneaker wear in stores, Reebok stock soar
I ain`t gotta say I`m a boss, niggas can tell
The east coast crib, the size of a small hotel
The shit journalist write about me, get me confused
Have me feelin` like the heavy weight champ when he lose
I read somewhere, I`m homophobic shiiit
Go through the hood, there`s mad niggas on my dick
Now we can get hostile or we can do this smooth
T&T around, I can still make blow move

[Chorus x2]
This is what you call ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin` to it
Let`s roll, I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that ryder music (let`s go)
[Let`s go]

[Verse 2]
Last year, I woke up, a good look, damn it feels good
On the low, I done fucked half of Hollywood
Had your favorite actress from your favorite shows
In my favorite position, you know how it goes
In my Bentley bumpin` Prince shit "This is When Thugs Cry"
This is what it sounds like when hollow tip slugs fly
Homie, 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`re head with a switch blade
They point their finger at me, sayin` I`m bug
My flows crack you listen, your fuckin` brains on drugs
Look, ice drippin` on my neck, hands grippin` on the tec
Fool trippin` through the set, you can get ya ass whipped
Cards missin` out my deck, screws loose show respect
You try to come at me kid, your ass better come correct

[Chorus x2]
This is what you call ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin` to it
Let`s roll, I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that ryder music (let`s go)
(Let`s go)

[Verse 3]
My mama gave birth to a winner, I gotta win
Pray to Lord, forgive me for my sins
Still thuggin`, cruisin`, rims gleamin`
Like the stones on my wrist
Zonin`, guess this is how it feels to be rich
Homie, you hustlin` backwards if you chasin` a bitch
Stupid, chase the paper, they come with the shit
I`m fallin`, in love with success
Entrepeneure, connoisseur, I maneuver the best
Rowin`, ruger on my lap, rubber grip on the handle
Stunt I`ll have ya homies burn a rest in peace candle
As wise men speak, I listen and learn
A man dies, a baby`s born, my niggas the world turns
Rappers, I make `em sick when I say I`m the shit
They mistake my confidance for arrogance, they hate on the kid
In `99, I had a vision and made a decision
Bein` broke is against my religion, now picked up

[Chorus x2]
This is what you call ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin` to it
Let`s roll, I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that ryder music (let`s go)
(Let`s go)

50 Cent

Ryder Music

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