G-Unit was founded shortly after 50 Cent left Columbia Records. The original members were: 50 Cent, Bang Em Smurf, Domination, Lloyd Banks, Sha Money XL & Tony Yayo. These rappers collectively established the group as a whole in 2000; however, after Yayo got a prison sentence 50 Cent signed Young Buck and along with himself and Banks became the three faces of G-Unit. Smurf and Domination left the group due to some problems with the General, 50 Cent.
After being shot, 50 Cent signed to Interscope Records. Due to the success of his commercial debut album, Get Rich or Die Tryin', he was granted his own record label. This was when 50 and Sha Money XL founded G-Unit Records.
The group continued to work hard and released several mixtape series which earned them a lot of attention in the rap industry. The most prominent of these being 50 Cent Is the Future, God's Plan, No Mercy, No Fear and Automatic Gunfire. G-Unit have also started a mixtape series with their DJ, DJ Whoo Kid, called G-Unit Radio.
These mixtapes gave them a gigantic buzz throughout New York City, which eventually led to 50's first solo album Get Rich or Die Tryin' selling over 12 million copies.
Before the group had a chance to record its debut album, Tony Yayo was sentenced to prison for a gun-possession charge as well as bail-jumping. During Tony Yayo's prison sentence, the group signed Nashville rapper, Young Buck. They continued their activity, working on yet more mixtape recordings. In particular, their 'G-Unit Remix' to 50 Cent's "P.I.M.P." was successful.
During Tony Yayo's prison sentence, G-Unit recorded their debut album, Beg for Mercy. The album was quickly released on November 14, 2003 to combat bootlegging and had significant commercial success. Tony Yayo made only two appearances on the album, both on songs that were recorded before his arrest. The album peaked at #2 on the Billboard charts and sold over 4 million units.
50 Cent later went on to sign The Game, Mobb Deep, M.O.P., Olivia, Spider Loc andMase. The Game was asked to be put in the group by Dr. Dre and Jimmy Iovine. 50 Cent agreed, and gave 7 of his records which was supposed to go on his second LP The Massacre. After The Game went on the radio and said that he had no problems with some rappers 50 Cent had issues with, 50 felt that Game was disloyal and kicked him out of the group, which lead to the infamous G-Unit vs. The Game/Black Wallstreet meet and beat off.
Rider Pt. 2
G-Unit Lyrics
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Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa!
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa!
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa!
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa!
I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
The song Rider Pt. 2 by G-Unit is an anthem for gangsters and rappers who claim to be soldiers, willing to go to any length to protect their bread (money). The lyrics of the song depict a life of violence and confrontation, where the only way to survive is by being ruthless and fearless. The chorus of the song highlights this, with G-Unit claiming that he is a soldier and a rider, which means he is ready to kill anyone who comes in his way. He has no choice but to be a rider because in his line of work, there is no room for weakness or compromise.
The verses by 50 Cent and Young Buck further shed light on the theme of the song. 50 Cent talks about his ability to take down anyone who tries to mess with him or his crew. He has no qualms about killing anyone who threatens his existence. Young Buck, on the other hand, emphasizes his loyalty to his clique, even if 50 Cent drops him, he won't sign with another label. He is determined to rise above all the negative talk and hate that comes his way.
Overall, Rider Pt. 2 is a song that glorifies the gangster and rap lifestyle; it celebrates the power of money and a willingness to use violence to protect it.
Line by Line Meaning
I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I have previously informed you that I am a brave fighter
I got no choice but to be a rider
I am left with no alternative but to be a fearless individual
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
I confront you with a gun at close range
Get to point blank range and fire
Shoot you from a very close distance
I ain't tryin' to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
I am not interested in listening to anything other than my need to be wealthy
Motherfucker get in the way of my bread
If anyone hinders my financial growth, they will face my wrath
Then I'm goin' load my shit then cock my shit
I will equip my gun and prepare to shoot
Nigga trip I'll come for yo head
If you provoke me, I will retaliate with deadly force
I'll have your nigga in an ambulance tellin' ya hold on
I will seriously injure your companion and send them to the hospital
The choir in your funeral singin' you so long
At your funeral, people will be singing a goodbye song to you
The top shotta that rock product the block gotta
I am the leader in selling illegal drugs in this area
Then pop hollows then pop bottles the whole spot up
After shooting, we will celebrate with champagne and revelry
The mo' paper the mo' strength we goin' get it
The more money we have, the more power we can acquire
The fo' fifth come with the amp we ain't missin'
We have complete confidence in our weapon and won't miss our target
I'm back on my bullshit a verse is a full clip
I am once again engaging in reckless behavior, each of my verses is like a loaded gun
Catch you with your bitch throw a song to her dude this is
When I catch you with your girlfriend, I will publicly humiliate you by rapping about her
G-Unit, fuck your click
We don't care about your group, we are only loyal to ourselves
Like syphilis bitch you stuck with this
You are unable to escape from our presence and influence
I'ma loyal nigga nigga, die behind mine
I am faithful and dedicated, and will defend my beliefs until death
Even if 50 drop me I still wouldn't sign
Even if my boss, 50 Cent, no longer supports me, I wouldn't switch allegiances
You done lost yo' mind, bumped yo' head
You are behaving irrationally and need to regain composure
Try to stop my shine but I got bread
You can try to hinder my success, but I am too wealthy to be stopped
And I ain't got time, to hear what they said
I don't have the patience to listen to their words
When I catch them cowards I'm a buss they head
When I find those who are afraid to fight, I will violently attack them
I'm comin' out of South-side, you know I'm raw
I am from the South Side and have a gritty reputation
Big ass check, they show our score
I have received a large sum of money which proves our success
Pull the dough out, and roll out, the Kreamizore
I withdraw cash and leave quickly in the luxurious car brand Kreamizore
Fo' Fo' out, I know bout, the keys of war
I am heavily armed and have extensive knowledge on how to wage serious battles
I'm HOT- five hundred degrees or more
I am extremely popular and successful, with an extraordinary level of influence
My do' block a M-16 or more
My business provides me with access to highly powerful weapons such as the M-16 rifle and more
I'm in the store copin' shit you ain't seen before
I am shopping for exclusive and expensive items that others don't have access to
Black card swipe, we galore
I have access to unlimited funds and can afford the best of the best
I said these niggas stop talkin' then start worryin'
When I speak, those who oppose me become worried and fearful
The FEDS keep comin' the money we burryin'
Law enforcement officials are constantly trying to catch us, but we are successful enough to hide our illegal money
I'm in a mean loft, I'm in the Cream Porsche
I am living in a luxurious apartment and driving an expensive Porsche
I let that thing off, then turn to T-Wolf
I fire my gun, then switch my attention to my trusted associate T-Wolf
I drive a space ship, nigga 2008 shit
My car is so advanced and expensive, it feels like something out of a science fiction movie
Hermaide kicks on I stay in some ape shit
I wear high-end shoes made by the brand Hermaide and always stay ahead of the game
Niggas on some ape shit, they all get hit
Those who act like uncivilized primates will face my wrath
Got the Russian AK, Haitian flag on the clip
I possess a powerful Russian AK-47 rifle, with a clip adorned with a Haitian flag
[Chorus]
The chorus repeats the main message of the song, that the singers are fearless and will use violence to protect their wealth and power
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: MARVIN BERNARD, DAVID DARNELL BROWN, CHRISTOPHER CHARLES LLOYD, RICARDO THOMAS, CURTIS JAMES JACKSON
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@kriscriticos900
Thank vevo for the instrumental !!!!
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Kris Criticos
@muziq99
Kris Criticos lol exactly
@BalwantSingh-si5dm
LMAO XD
@sebz9141
Kris Criticos rofl so true ...
@MsMarie0072
rofl
@jonathanhuerta4120
man 2008 was a crazy year for rap groups
@97sveryown63
No lies here
@blackhokage1744
@@97sveryown63 did he insult Dre in this song?
@masonridgewell8063
@@blackhokage1744 No