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  • Текст песни G-Unit Feat. Young Buck - Rider Pt. 2

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    На этой странице находится текст песни G-Unit Feat. Young Buck - Rider Pt. 2, а также перевод песни и видео или клип.
    я первый кто закачал в контакт! (ну поиск так показал)

    GRRRRRRRRRR!
    WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
    WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
    WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
    WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!

    (Chrous, 50 Cent)

    I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
    I got no choice but to be a riiida
    I approach you boy with the toaster boy
    Get to point blank range and fiiiya
    I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
    Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my bread
    Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
    Nigga trip I'll come for yo head

    (50 Cent)

    I'll have your nigga in an ambulance tellin ya hold on
    The choir in your funeral singin you so long
    The top shotta that rock product the block gotta
    Then pop hollows then pop bottles the whole spot up
    The mo' paper the mo' strength we 'gon get it
    The fo' fifth come with the amp we ain't missin
    I'm back on my bullshit a verse is a full clip
    Catch you with your b**** throw a song to her dude this is

    (Yung Buck)

    (slow motion) G-Unit,(regular speed) f*** your click
    Like syphillis b**** you stuck with this
    (SLow motion) I'ma loyal nigga nigga,(regular speed) die behind mine
    Even if 50 drop me I still wouldn't sign
    You done lost yo' mind, bumped yo' head
    Try to stop my shine but I got bread
    And I ain't got time, to hear what they said
    When I catch them cowards I'm a buss they head

    (Chorus, 50 cent)

    I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
    I got no choice but to be a riiida
    I approach you boy with the toaster boy
    Get to point blank range and fiiiya
    I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
    Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my bread
    Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
    Nigga trip I'll come for yo head

    (Lloyd Bank$)

    I'm comin out of South-side, you know I'm raw
    Big ass check, dey show our score
    Pull the dough out, and roll out, the Kreamizore
    Fo' Fo' out, I know bout, the keys of war
    I'm HOT- five hunnid degrees or more
    My do' block a M-16 or more
    I'm in the store copin shit u ain't seen before
    Black card swipe,(yea) we galore(yea)

    (Tony Yayo)

    I said these niggas stop talkin then start worryin
    The FEDS keep comin' the money we burryin
    I'm in a mean loft, I'm in tha Cream Porshe
    I let that thing off, then turn to T-Wolf
    I drive a space ship, nigga 2008 shit
    Hermaide kicks on I stay in some ape shit
    Niggas on some ape shit, they all get hit
    Got the russian AK, Haitian flag on the clip

    (Chrous, 50 cent)

    I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
    I got no choice but to be a riiida
    I approach you boy with the toaster boy
    Get to point blank range and fiiiya
    I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
    Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my bread
    Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
    Nigga trip I'll come for yo head (Nah, Nah Nigga)

    (Unknown Artis)

    Nah muh f**ka, this shit ain't done
    Think about what I'll do to ya, ya pick on Bun
    Then the torpedo shit wanna gimme a gun
    Let tha beam tan him up like he sat in the sun
    I'm bout my bread, I'll hit ya for crumbs
    In the streets I'm like a catholic ya can' get none (hahahahaha)
    Poppin off for practice cuz this ain't calm
    Bout to eat ya food up like thiss free lunch
    The parkin lot support supply when I pop that trunk
    Then ya fleein cross the settle cuz the shit don't bump
    Kid rocks a semi-auto when my shit dump
    Hit 16 Seribellums wit that pump (BITCH)

    I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
    I got no choice but to be a riiida
    I approach you boy with the toaster boy
    Get to point blank range and fiiiya
    I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
    Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my bread
    T

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    Все тексты G-Unit Feat. Young Buck >>>

    I am the first who uploaded into contact ! (well, so search revealed )

    GRRRRRRRRRR!
    WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
    WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
    WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
    WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!

    (Chrous, 50 Cent)

    I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
    I got no choice but to be a riiida
    I approach you boy with the toaster boy
    Get to point blank range and fiiiya
    I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
    Mu'f ** ka get in tha way of my bread
    Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
    Nigga trip I'll come for yo head

    (50 Cent)

    I'll have your nigga in an ambulance tellin ya hold on
    The choir in your funeral singin you so long
    The top shotta that rock product the block gotta
    Then pop hollows then pop bottles the whole spot up
    The mo 'paper the mo' strength we 'gon get it
    The fo 'fifth come with the amp we ain't missin
    I'm back on my bullshit a verse is a full clip
    Catch you with your b **** throw a song to her dude this is

    (Yung Buck)

    (slow motion) G-Unit, (regular speed) f *** your click
    Like syphillis b **** you stuck with this
    (SLow motion) I'ma loyal nigga nigga, (regular speed) die behind mine
    Even if 50 drop me I still wouldn't sign
    You done lost yo 'mind, bumped yo' head
    Try to stop my shine but I got bread
    And I ain't got time, to hear what they said
    When I catch them cowards I'm a buss they head

    (Chorus, 50 cent)

    I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
    I got no choice but to be a riiida
    I approach you boy with the toaster boy
    Get to point blank range and fiiiya
    I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
    Mu'f ** ka get in tha way of my bread
    Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
    Nigga trip I'll come for yo head

    (Lloyd Bank $)

    I'm comin out of South-side, you know I'm raw
    Big ass check, dey show our score
    Pull the dough out, and roll out, the Kreamizore
    Fo 'Fo' out, I know bout, the keys of war
    I'm HOT-five hunnid degrees or more
    My do 'block a M- 16 or more
    I'm in the store copin shit u ain't seen before
    Black card swipe, (yea) we galore (yea)

    (Tony Yayo)

    I said these niggas stop talkin then start worryin
    The FEDS keep comin 'the money we burryin
    I'm in a mean loft, I'm in tha Cream Porshe
    I let that thing off, then turn to T-Wolf
    I drive a space ship, nigga 2008 shit
    Hermaide kicks on I stay in some ape shit
    Niggas on some ape shit, they all get hit
    Got the russian AK, Haitian flag on the clip

    (Chrous, 50 cent)

    I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
    I got no choice but to be a riiida
    I approach you boy with the toaster boy
    Get to point blank range and fiiiya
    I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
    Mu'f ** ka get in tha way of my bread
    Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
    Nigga trip I'll come for yo head (Nah, Nah Nigga)

    (Unknown Artis)

    Nah muh f ** ka, this shit ain't done
    Think about what I'll do to ya, ya pick on Bun
    Then the torpedo shit wanna gimme a gun
    Let tha beam tan him up like he sat in the sun
    I'm bout my bread, I'll hit ya for crumbs
    In the streets I'm like a catholic ya can 'get none (hahahahaha)
    Poppin off for practice cuz this ain't calm
    Bout to eat ya food up like thiss free lunch
    The parkin lot support supply when I pop that trunk
    Then ya fleein cross the settle cuz the shit don't bump
    Kid rocks a semi-auto when my shit dump
    Hit 16 Seribellums wit that pump (BITCH)

    I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
    I got no choice but to be a riiida
    I approach you boy with the toaster boy
    Get to point blank range and fiiiya
    I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
    Mu'f ** ka get in tha way of my bread
    T

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