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Ryder Music by 50 Cent
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 start sore 
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, kinda sewer, 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)
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