Ryder Music (Produced By Hi-Tek)

Ryder Music (Produced By Hi-Tek) - 50 Cent (50美分)

Written by：Curtis Jackson/Teraike Crawford

Yeah

Yeah we can ride to this

Just lay back crew

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 f**k 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 sh*t 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

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)

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)

Last year I woke up

A good look damn it feels good

On the low

I done f**ked 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 sh*t

"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 b**ch 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 f**kin' brains on drugs

Look ice drippin' on my neck

Hands grippin' on the tec

Fool trippin' through the set

You can get ya a** whipped

Cards missin' out my deck

Screws loose show respect

You try to come at me kid

Your a** better come correct

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)

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)

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 b**ch

Stupid chase the paper

They come with the sh*t

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 sh*t

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

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)

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)

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)

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)