50 Cent

Released: March 3, 2005

Songwriter: Hi-Tek 50 Cent

Producer: Hi-Tek

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah we can ride to this
Just lay back and cruise

[Verse 1]
Here's a taste of my life, it's bitter and sweet
I pour 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 the race for the cheese, I run laps around niggas
Soon as I step on stage, the crowd applauds
Soon as my sneaker went in stores, Reebok stock soared
I ain't gotta say I'm a boss, niggas can tell
The East Coast crib the size of a small hotel
The shit journalists write about me leave me confused
Have me feeling like the heavyweight champ when he lose
I read somewhere I'm homophobic—shit...
Go through the hood, there's mad niggas on my dick
Now, we can get hostile, or we can do this smooth
TNT around, I can still make blow move

[Chorus]
This is what you call rider music
All the gangsters are riding to it—c'mon, let's roll
I can show you how we do it
When we ride to that rider music, (Let's go) let's go
This is what you call rider music
All the gangsters are riding to it—c'mon, let's roll
I can show you how we do it
When we ride to that rider music, (Let's go) let's go

[Verse 2]
Last year, I woke up with good luck; damn, it feels good
On the low, I done fucked like half of Hollywood
Had your favorite actress from your favorite shows
In my favorite position—you know how it goes
And my Bentley bumpin' Prince shit, this is When Doves Cry
This is what it sounds like when hollow-tip slugs fly
Homie, this is something 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 head with a switchblade
They point the finger at me, saying I'm bugged
My flow's crack, you listen, your fucking brain's on drugs
Look, ice drippin' on my neck, hands gripping on a TEC
Fool tripping, threw a set, you can get your ass wet
Cards messing up my deck, screws loose show respect
You try to come at me kid, your ass better come correct

[Chorus]
This is what you call rider music
All the gangsters are riding to it—c'mon, let's roll
I can show you how we do it
When we ride to that rider music, (Let's go) let's go
This is what you call rider music
All the gangsters are riding to it—c'mon, let's roll
I can show you how we do it
When we ride to that rider music, (Let's go) let's go

[Verse 3]
My mama gave birth to a winner, I gotta win
Pray the Lord forgive me for my sins (Uh-huh), I'm still thugging
Cruising, rims gleaming like the stones on my wrist
Zoning—guess this is how it feels to be rich
Homie, you hustling backwards if you chasing a bitch
Stupid, chase the paper—they come with the shit
I'm falling... in love with success
Entrepreneur, connoisseur, I maneuver the best
Rolling Ruger on my lap, rubber grip on the handle
Stunner, have your homies burning Rest-in-Peace candles
As wise men speak, I listen and learn
A man dies, a baby's born, my nigga, the world turns
Rappers, I make 'em sick when I say I'm the shit
They mistake my confidence for arrogance, they hate on the kid
In '99, I had a vision and made a decision
Being broke is against my religion, now I'm caked up, what!

[Chorus]
This is what you call rider music
All the gangsters are riding to it—c'mon, let's roll
I can show you how we do it
When we ride to that rider music, (Let's go) let's go
This is what you call rider music
All the gangsters are riding to it—c'mon, let's roll
I can show you how we do it
When we ride to that rider music, (Let's go) let's go
This is what you call rider music
All the gangsters are riding to it—c'mon, let's roll
I can show you how we do it
When we ride to that rider music, (Let's go) let's go
This is what you call rider music
All the gangsters are riding to it—c'mon, let's roll
I can show you how we do it
When we ride to that rider music, (Let's go) let's go

Curtis James Jackson III (born July 6, 1975), better known by his stage name 50 Cent, is an American rapper, entrepreneur, investor, record producer, and actor.

After recording a never-released album with Columbia, 50 got on his grind and rose to fame via a string of well-received mixtapes, thus setting the template for rap stardom in the modern era.

50’s crowning success came in 2003 with the release of the album Get Rich or Die Tryin' which sold 872,000 copies in four days and was certified 8x platinum by the RIAA. Since that monster hit, he has continued to make music while also delving into movies, sports drinks, video games, mass charity campaigns, and more.

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