Текст песни 50 Cent - Ryder Music, слова песни 50 Cent

Текст песни 50 Cent - Ryder Music

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[50 Cent]Yeah, yeah we can ride to thisJust lay back, and cruiseHere`s a taste of my life, it`s bitter and sweetI pour my heart out to the sounds of the drums and the beatI put my life on the line when I`m out on the streetPut my Teflon on, and roll with my heatI keep my circle nice and small, I don`t fuck with these clown niggazIn the race for the cheese I run laps around niggazSoon as I step on stage, the crowd applaudsSooner as my sneaker wear in stores, Reebok stock soaredI ain`t gotta say I`m a boss, niggaz could tellA East coast crib the size of a small hotelThe shit journalists, write about me leave me confusedHave me feelin like the heavyweight champ when he loseI read somewhere, I`m homophobic - sheeitGo through the hood, there`s mad niggaz on my dickNow we can get hostile, or we can this smoothTNT around, I can still make blow move[Chorus - repeat 2X]This is what you call rider musicAll the gangsters are ridin to it - c`mon, let`s rollI can show you how we do itWhen 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 goodOn the low, I done fucked like half of HollywoodHad yo` favorite actress, from yo` favorite showsIn my favorite position, you know how it goesAnd my Bentley bumpin Prince shit, this is "When Doves Cry"This is what it sounds like when hollow-tip slugs flyHomey this is somethin you can ride and smoke toStay on point, cause niggaz will ride and smoke youJealousy`s for women but some niggaz is bitch madeThey make you wanna run across they head with a switchbladeThey point the finger at me, sayin I`m buggedMy flow`s crack, you listen? Your fuckin brain`s on drugsLook ice drippin on my neck, hands grippin on a tecFool trippin threw a set, you can get yo` ass wetCards messin up my deck, screws loose show respectYou try to come at me kid yo` ass better come correct[Chorus][50 Cent]My momma gave birth to a winner, I gotta winPray the Lord forgive me for my sins (uh-huh) I`m still thugginCruisin, rims gleamin like the stones on my wristZonin, guess this is how it feels to be richHomey, you all front backwards if you chasin a bitchStupid - chase the paper they come with the shitI`m fallin, in love with successEntrepeneur, conniseur, I maneuver the bestRollin, Ruger on my lap, rubber grip on the handleStunner have your homies burnin rest in peace candlesAs wise men speak I listen and learnA man dies, a baby`s born, my nigga the world turnsRappers I make `em sick, when I say I`m the shitThey mistake my confidence for arrogance, they hate on the kidIn 99 I had a vision and made a decisionBein broke is against my religion, now I`m caked up - what?[Chorus] - to fade

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