[Intro: 50 Cent]. RRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!. WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!!!!. WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!!!!. WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!!!!. WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!!!!. [Chorus: 50 Cent]. I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy. I got no choice but to be a rider. I approach you boy with the toaster boy. Hit you point blank range and fire. I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich. Mu'fuckers gettin with my bread. Then I'm 'gon load my shit then count my shit. Nigga trip I'll go for your head. [Verse 1: 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 bitch throw a song in your new. whip. [Verse 2: Young Buck]. Nigga it's G-Unit fuck your click. Like syphillis bitch you stuck with this. I'm on you niggas 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 rider. I approach you boy with the toaster boy. Hit you point blank range and fire. I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich. Mu'fuckers gettin with my bread. Then I'm 'gon load my shit then count my shit. Nigga trip I'll go for your head. [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]. I'm comin out of South-side you know I'm raw. Big ass check they show our score. Put a dough out and roll out the cream is off. Fo'-fo' out I know 'bout the Keizer war. I'm hot - five hunnid degress or more!. My door block an M16 or more. I'm in the store copin shit you ain't seen before. Black card swipe we galore. [Verse 4: Tony Yayo]. Yeah I said these niggas stop talkin then stop. worryin. The feds keep comin the money we buryin. I'm in a mean loft I'm in the cream Porsche. I let that thing off I turn to T-wolf. I drive a spaceship nigga 2008 shit. {?} kicks on I stay in some eight shit. Niggas on some apeshit they all get hit. Got the Russian AK Haitian flag on the clip. [Chorus: 50 Cent]. I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy. I got no choice but to be a rider. I approach you boy with the toaster boy. Hit you point blank range and fire. I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich. Mu'fuckers gettin with my bread. Then I'm 'gon load my shit then count my shit. Nigga trip I'll go for your head. by: Shalawe McLovey