Rider Pt. 2 (remix) (part. G-Unit)

Grrr (hey)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (W)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (Yandel)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (G-unit)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Papi nos vamos pa' la calle

Así soy (aja)
Un hood-boy
Con sangre de cowboy
El día es hoy
Pa' la calle voy
Woh oh, oh

I'll have your nigga in an ambulance telling you hold on
The choir in your funeral singing 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 missing
I'm back on my bullshit a verse is a full clip
Catch you with your bitch throw a song to her dude this is

G-unit, fuck your click
Like syphillis bitch you stuck with this
I'ma loyal nigga, nigga, die behind mine
Even if 50 drop me I still wouldn't sign
You done lost ya mind, bumped ya 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

I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a riida
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range and fiiya
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'fucka get in the way, of my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip I'll come for your head

Pera' papi voy a entrar
Shh, shh, ba

To'l mundo pa'l piso
El que se mueva lo paralizo
El capitán es preciso (ok)
Todo el género quieren tumbarme el guiso
Pero nadie la liga hizo
Con el tiempo yo los piso
Abran paso a la leyenda viviente
El capitan matatan
Que mata desde el sobreviviente (G-unit)
Y se calienta el ambiente
Doble you, Yandel
Y la calle se prende

Así soy
Un hood-boy
Con sangre de cowboy
El día es hoy
Pa' la calle voy (los líderes)
Woh oh, oh

I'm comin out of south-side, you know I'm raw
Big ass check, they show our score
Pull the dough out, and roll out, the kreamizore
Fo', fo' out, I know bout, the keys of war
I'm hot- five hundred degrees or more
My do' block a m-16 or more
I'm in the store copin' shit you ain't seen before
Black card swipe (yeah) we galore (yeah)

I said these niggas stop talking then start worrying
The feds keep coming the money we burrying
I'm in a mean loft, I'm in the cream Porsche
I let that thing off, then turn to t-wolf
I drive a space ship, nigga 2008 shit
Hermaide kicks on I stay, in some ape shit
Niggas on some ape shit, they all get hit
Got the russian AK, Haitian flag on the clip

I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a riida
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range and fiiya
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'fucka get in the way, of my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip I'll come for your head

Así soy (ajá)
Un hood-boy
Con sangre de cowboy
El día es hoy
Pa' la calle voy (los líderes)
Woh oh, oh