[50 Cent]
Yeah, yeah we can ride to this
Just lay back, and cruise


Here's a taste of my life, it's bitter and sweet
I pour 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 ^!$$%z

In the race for the cheese I run laps around ^!$$%z
Soon as I step on stage, the crowd applauds
Sooner as my sneaker wear in stores, Reebok stock soared

I ain't gotta say I'm a boss, ^!$$%z could tell
A East coast crib the size of a small hotel
The %#@! journalists, write about me leave me confused

Have me feelin like the heavyweight champ when he lose
I read somewhere, I'm homophobic - sheeit
Go through the hood, there's mad ^!$$%z on my dick

Now we can get hostile, or we can this smooth
TNT around, I can still make blow move


[Chorus x2]
This is what you call rider music
All the gangsters are ridin to it - c'mon, let's roll

I can show you how we do it
When we ride to that rider music - let's go, let's go


[50 Cent]
Last year I woke up with good luck, damn it feels good
On the low, I done $#&@ed like half of Hollywood

Had yo' favorite actress, from yo' favorite shows
In my favorite position, you know how it goes
And my Bentley bumpin Prince %#@!, this is "When Doves Cry"

This is what it sounds like when hollow-tip slugs fly
Homey this is somethin you can ride and smoke to
Stay on point, cause ^!$$%z will ride and smoke you

Jealousy's for women but some ^!$$%z is (*##$ made
They make you wanna run across they head with a switchblade
They point the finger at me, sayin I'm bugged

My flow's crack, you listen? Your $#&@in brain's on drugs
Look ice drippin on my neck, hands grippin on a tec
Fool trippin threw a set, you can get yo' $$# wet

Cards messin up my deck, screws loose show respect
You try to come at me kid yo' $$# better come correct


[Chorus]

[50 Cent]

My momma gave birth to a winner, I gotta win
Pray the Lord forgive me for my sins (uh-huh) I'm still thuggin
Cruisin, rims gleamin like the stones on my wrist

Zonin, guess this is how it feels to be rich
Homey, you all front backwards if you chasin a (*##$
Stupid - chase the paper they come with the %#@!

I'm fallin, in love with success
Entrepeneur, conniseur, I maneuver the best
Rollin, Ruger on my lap, rubber grip on the handle

Stunner have your homies burnin rest in peace candles
As wise men speak I listen and learn
A man dies, a baby's born, my ^!$$% 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 I'm caked up - what?

[Chorus to fade]