Текстове на песни: 50 Cent. The Massacre. Ryder Music.

Yeah
Yeah, we can ride to this
Just lay back, crew

Here's a taste of my life, it's 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 **** with these clown *****s
In a race for the cheese, I run laps around *****s
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, *****s can tell
The east coast crib, the size of a small hotel
The **** journalist write about me, get me confused
Have me feelin' like the heavy weight champ when he lose

I read somewhere, I'm homophobic ****
Go through the hood, there's mad *****s on my ****
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, come on, 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, come on, let's roll
I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that Ryder music, let's go, let's go

Last year, I woke up, a good look, damn it feels good
On the low, I done ****** half of Hollywood
Had your favorite actress from your favorite shows
In my favorite ********, you know how it goes

In my Bentley bumpin' Prince ****, "This is when Thugs cry"
This is what it sounds like when ****** *** ***** fly
Homie, this is somethin' you can ride and smoke to
Stay on point, 'cause *****s will ride and smoke you

Jealousy's for women, but some *****s is ***** made
They make you wanna run across they're head with a switch *****
They point their finger at me, sayin' I'm bug
My flows ***** you listen, your ******* brains on *****

Look, ice drippin' on my neck, hands grippin' on the ***
Fool trippin' through the set, you can get ya *** whipped
Cards missin' out my deck, screws loose show respect
You try to come at me kid, your *** better come correct

This is what you call Ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin' to it, come on, 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, come on, let's roll
I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that Ryder music, let's go, 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 *****
Stupid, chase the paper, they come with the ****
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 *****s the world turns

Rappers, I make 'em sick when I say I'm the ****
They mistake my confidence 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, come on, 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, come on, 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, come on, 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, come on, let's roll
I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that Ryder music, let's go, let's go