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CENT - Album The Massacre (2005)
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CENT - Ryder Music Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah we can ride to this
Just lay back, crew
[Verse 1]
Here's a taste of my life,
its 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 fuck with these clown niggas
In a race for the cheese,
I run laps around niggas
Soon as I step on stage,
the crowd applauds
Soon as my sneaker wear
in stores, Reebok stock soar
I ain't gotta say I'm a
boss, niggas can tell
The east coast crib, the
size of a small hotel
The shit journalist write
about me, get me confused
Have me feelin' like the
heavy weight champ when he lose
I read somewhere, I'm homophobic
shiiit
Go through the hood, there's
mad niggas on my dick
Now we can get hostile or
we can do this smooth
T&T around, I can still
make blow move
[Chorus x2]
This is what you call ryder
music
All the gangstas are ridin'
to it
Let's roll, I can show ya
how we do it
When we ride to that ryder
music (let's go)
[Let's go]
[Verse 2]
Last year, I woke up, a
good look, damn it feels good
On the low, I done fucked
half of Hollywood
Had your favorite actress
from your favorite shows
In my favorite position,
you know how it goes
In my Bentley bumpin' Prince
shit "This is When Thugs Cry"
This is what it sounds like
when hollow tip slugs fly
Homie, this is somethin'
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're head with a switch blade
They point their finger
at me, sayin' I'm bug
My flows crack you listen,
your fuckin' brains on drugs
Look, ice drippin' on my
neck, hands grippin' on the tec
Fool trippin' through the
set, you can get ya ass whipped
Cards missin' out my deck,
screws loose show respect
You try to come at me kid,
your ass better come correct
[Chorus x2]
This is what you call ryder
music
All the gangstas are ridin'
to it
Let's roll, I can show ya
how we do it
When we ride to that ryder
music (let's go)
(Let's go)
[Verse 3]
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 bitch
Stupid, chase the paper,
they come with the shit
I'm fallin', in love with
success
Entrepeneure, connoisseur,
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 niggas the world turns
Rappers, I make 'em sick
when I say I'm the shit
They mistake my confidance
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
[Chorus x2]
This is what you call ryder
music
All the gangstas are ridin'
to it
Let's roll, I can show ya
how we do it
When we ride to that ryder
music (let's go)
(Let's go)
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