50 Cent - Ryder Music [Explicit] Lyrics
YeahYeah, we can ride to thisJust lay back, crewHere's a taste of my life, it's bitter and sweetI put 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 **** with these clown *****sIn a race for the cheese, I run laps around *****sSoon as I step on stage, the crowd applaudsSoon as my sneaker wear in stores, Reebok start soreI ain't gotta say I'm a boss, *****s can tellThe east coast crib, the size of a small hotelThe **** journalist write about me, get me confusedHave me feelin' like the heavy weight champ when he loseI read somewhere, I'm homophobic ****Go through the hood, there's mad *****s on my ****Now we can get hostile or we can do this smoothT&T around, I can still make blow moveThis is what you call Ryder musicAll the gangstas are ridin' to it, come on, let's rollI can show ya how we do itWhen we ride to that Ryder music, let's go, let's goThis is what you call Ryder musicAll the gangstas are ridin' to it, come on, let's rollI can show ya how we do itWhen we ride to that Ryder music, let's go, let's goLast year, I woke up, a good look, damn it feels goodOn the low, I done ****** half of HollywoodHad your favorite actress from your favorite showsIn my favorite ********, you know how it goesIn my Bentley bumpin' Prince ****, "This is when Thugs cry"This is what it sounds like when ****** *** ***** flyHomie, this is somethin' you can ride and smoke toStay on point, 'cause *****s will ride and smoke youJealousy's for women, but some *****s is ***** madeThey make you wanna run across they're head with a switch *****They point their finger at me, sayin' I'm bugMy flows ***** you listen, your ******* brains on *****Look, ice drippin' on my neck, hands grippin' on the ***Fool trippin' through the set, you can get ya *** whippedCards missin' out my deck, screws loose show respectYou try to come at me kid, your *** better come correctThis is what you call Ryder musicAll the gangstas are ridin' to it, come on, let's rollI can show ya how we do itWhen we ride to that Ryder music, let's go, let's goThis is what you call Ryder musicAll the gangstas are ridin' to it, come on, let's rollI can show ya how we do itWhen we ride to that Ryder music, let's go, let's goMy mama gave birth to a winner, I gotta winPray to Lord, forgive me for my sinsStill thuggin', cruisin', rims gleamin' like the stones on my wristZonin', guess this is how it feels to be richHomie, you hustlin' backwards if you chasin' a *****Stupid, chase the paper, they come with the ****I'm fallin', in love with successEntrepeneure, kinda sewer, I maneuver the bestRowin', ruger on my lap, rubber grip on the handleStunt I'll have ya homies burn a rest in peace candleAs wise men speak, I listen and learnA man dies, a baby's born, my *****s the world turnsRappers, I make 'em sick when I say I'm the ****They 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 picked upThis is what you call Ryder musicAll the gangstas are ridin' to it, come on, let's rollI can show ya how we do itWhen we ride to that Ryder music, let's go, let's goThis is what you call Ryder musicAll the gangstas are ridin' to it, come on, let's rollI can show ya how we do itWhen we ride to that Ryder music, let's go, let's goThis is what you call Ryder musicAll the gangstas are ridin' to it, come on, let's rollI can show ya how we do itWhen we ride to that Ryder music, let's go, let's goThis is what you call Ryder musicAll the gangstas are ridin' to it, come on, let's rollI can show ya how we do itWhen we ride to that Ryder music, let's go, let's go
