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50 Cent - Rider 4 Real Lyrics

[Intro]
What did they do to you man?
They fucked me up man
They threw me on the ground and stomped me
Ain't no bad shit
We gon' stop that shit now man
Or they gonna keep fuckin' somebody up man
Let's go

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'm a motherfucker rider
I'm a motherfucker rider
I'm a motherfucker rider
This is how the fuck I gets down, me
I'm a rider for real (Ah ah)
I keep my hands on the steel (Ah ah)
I let it go me for real
Go ahead thinkin' I won't when I will?

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Seven thirdy, [?] seven thirdy
I'm ridin' dirty, with a thing on me, you heard me?
My eyes red, front and I'm on your head
Thoroughbred, cross me and you dead
I'm built for it, go and stunt get killed for it
Low low, see me I keep a low pro
The blow go to income, more ho's and more dough
For show I let the .44 blow (Blau)
I put work in in the street, I put work in in the pens
Worked my way out of jail and put work in again
Call me an animal nigga, no call me Hannibal nigga
'Cause niggas is food as soon I'm in the movies (Oh)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'm a motherfucker rider
I'm a motherfucker rider
I'm a motherfucker rider
This is how the fuck I gets down, me (C'mon)
I'm a rider for real (Vanessa)
I keep my hands on the steel (Double XL)
I let it go me for real (Magazines)
Go ahead thinkin' I won't when I will?

[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
My fatigue's on, I'm almond fit
In that blue Maserati with the armored slip
If I ever catch your body, I'ma plead to fifth
Disapproving that clip, let me free this shit (Yayo)
Homie guns everywhere, kid I'm bound to flip
Leavin' strapped to my stove like Mr. and Mrs. Smith
I hit the hazards two times, and reach for the stash box
50 cal Glock, pop out the Xbox
Nigga you ass, I wonder why you rhymin'
Your chain made of glass, those are Windex diamonds
Break your nigga neck now you fear based diet
Belong to the black dress, baby mom's cryin'

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'm a motherfucker rider (Body snatchers)
I'm a motherfucker rider
I'm a motherfucker rider (2008)
This is how the fuck I gets down, me (G-Unit)
I'm a rider for real (50 Cent)
I keep my hands on the steel (Lloyd Banks)
I let it go me for real (Yayo)
Go ahead thinkin' I won't when I will? (Lets go)
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
The tension is high ain't nothin' funny here
My competition like grizzly the gummy bear, yeah
Old hatin' I don't wanna hear
Answers on my left side and exits out the other ear (Damn)
Pink, blue shit, tell niggas whatever
I yellin' fuck the law in a bulletproof sweater
In all black attire, it catch you, it try you
A nigga with three strikes will flip over barbed wire
I got snooze and kicks, they knocked them off the shelf
In the brand-new car, the one that park itself
You can't ignore me, I've been practicin' since shorty
All black forty, it match with Maury's, end of the story

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'm a motherfucker rider
I'm a motherfucker rider (Can't forget)
I'm a motherfucker rider (Mickey)
This is how the fuck I gets down, me (G-Unit)
I'm a rider for real (Ah ah)
I keep my hands on the steel (My nigga ho)
I let it go me for real
Go ahead thinkin' I won't when I will? (Damn)

[Outro]
This is 50 dot com, body snatchers
Yo, this is Samuel L. Jackson
Small change, where you at baby?
You on the radio man?
C'mon 50