Letra Ryder music de 50 Cent

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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 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
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[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)