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Dumpin'
1) Dumpin'
2) Skrilla 4 Rilla
3) R-U-A Ryda?
4) Everyday
5) Ryda Hata
6) Slug N Ya Noggin
7) Ghetto Fantasies
8) Who?
9) Killa Ova Nuttin'
10) Plug Dat Puss
11) Back 2 Crack
12) Rydin' 4 Life
1) Dumpin'
Yeah muthafucka
You got the album
Now meet Bullet, Foe Foe, Cell Block, Full Clip
And I'm Lil' Shank
This Psychopathic Rydas muthafucka
Cut em all out when you bust this fall
Pop, pop, biggity bop
That be the sound
Low down with master hump, bump bump
Buckin with the master pump, dump dump
Jump, jump go to town with the Rydas on
Pump, pump go the bucket with a dawg of his own
At your funeral your dead but that ain't nothin
Best bet bad ass Bullet be dumpin'
From the East side out to the South West
Psychopathic Rydas puttin slugs in your chest
Bitch, don't anybody move heads down
You don't wanna see me clown, muthafucka
Psychopathic Rydas dumpin'
Psychopathic Rydas hey
Psychopathic Rydas dumpin'
Psychopathic Rydas hey
We doing drive-bys on freestyle bikes
I hit a wheely on a motorbus out on site
I give a fuck bitch
Talk shit and get clipped
Knock your fuckin teeth through your lip, yeah
Acting wild as fuck cause my jam came on
And you know thug niggas got to sing that song
I got 18 shots, and I won't miss once
All black trucks with the bumps
Shootin out the window
Every single time the wind blow
Blazing up another bag of endo
Foe Foe be the alias
Run up on your bitch ass so you're scared of us
Psychopathic Rydas dumpin'
Psychopathic Rydas hey
Psychopathic Rydas dumpin'
Psychopathic Rydas hey
Psychopathic Rydas dumpin'
Psychopathic Rydas hey
Psychopathic Rydas dumpin'
Psychopathic Rydas hey
I'ma pull my trigger and peel your cap
My money runnin low and I need's my sack
Yo '64 is bumpin and I needs me a ride
Lean to the right lane and then I'll slide
Lay your ass out on the cold cement
Before I dumpin' that ass
I'ma scream I said see I'm a ryda
Oh see muthafuckas like me
We don't give a fuck
It's like what? what?
You wanna come steppin then I'll have to see ya
Leave you open and burnin like a case of gonnarhea
From some old dirty bitch that you was humpin
And pumpin like my gauge
Bitch ass we dumpin'
Psychopathic Rydas dumpin'
Psychopathic Rydas hey
Psychopathic Rydas dumpin'
Psychopathic Rydas hey
Psychopathic Rydas dumpin'
Psychopathic Rydas hey
Psychopathic Rydas dumpin'
Psychopathic Rydas hey
Stick ya muthafuckin hands up
Gotta hear my cock close your eyes I'm finna dump
Coming out the register with all that green and cheddar cheese
To bad you seen me nigga please
Move fast, bloody cash on the floor
Gotta, make my way to the fuckin door
Gotta, make my way to the hideout
Who done it?
Yeah they trying to find out
Now I'm on the street with my swerves
Cops, tryin to get me cause I'm on this swerve
But I'ma claim a muthafucka will never catch me
And if they come my direction they gonna catch these
Dumpin'
2) Skrilla 4 Rilla
Come on, bring it, come on, come on...
Skrilla for rilla, money ain't a thang
Cables, links, ropes and chains
Skrilla for rilla, money ain't a thang
Suede, leather, getty's and cane
Skrilla for rilla, money ain't a thang
Superfly hoes with a nose for Gs
Skrilla for rilla, money ain't a thang
Black trucks, rollin' low, triple-0 keys
Rydas....for life....bitch
Skrillas for rilla, money's everythang
Smack you an yo' bitch for a dollar and some change
Lookin' strange
Mean-muggin' in the back of the club
I'm hangin' out gettin' drunk wit' my nigga Tom Dub
Hoes showin' mad love (yeah! yeah!)
'Cause the money be right
I'm outta sight
With the diamonds shinin' bright, fool
Slap a bitch in a minute for free
But believe that all the money's comin' with me
Wha?
I been spendin' cheddar since it jingled in my pocket
Program my mind, since birth, obtaining profit
Yeah I got it
One, fives, and tens
No high denominations, won't fly by the Feds
Still I got the flow safe
With mo' Benji's than the sugar in yo' cupcake ass, so
tell a friend, wait
You can tell em', I stay green like Willy
Skrilla for rilla, my nigga, tell me can you feel me?
Skrilla for rilla, money ain't a thang
Cables, links, ropes and chains
Skrilla for rilla, money ain't a thang
Suede, leather, getty's and cane
Skrilla for rilla, money ain't a thang
Superfly hoes with a nose for Gs
Skrilla for rilla, money ain't a thang
Black trucks, rollin' low, triple-0 keys
Mothafucka never detest
But I'm heavy into stress
Pack a glock and a vest
And the skrilla's what I quest
In the passenger side of the Navi'er, right behind the
black Caddy
Rollin' deep, all these bitches lookin' at me
Shinin'
Flossin' diamonds
Now that I'm in the mood to bump these sounds louder
than the cops sirens
Movin' keys
From overseas
Hawk assignment to the streets to these killas
To make the skrilla
I wanna bank the skrilly for rilly
What's the dealy?
It ain't silly
I'm tryin' to bank like 30 or 40 milly
And be the Big Willy
With the flake deal
Fuck mowin' lawns and servin' up Happy Meals
I fold my ones in a knot
And slap a fifty on top
And front the bitches like, "Oh, look what I dropped."
Bitch took it and broke, I had to laugh
And aimed at the back of her head and blew it in half
Skrilla for rilla, money ain't a thang
Cables, links, ropes and chains
Skrilla for rilla, money ain't a thang
Suede, leather, getty's and cane
Skrilla for rilla, money ain't a thang
Superfly hoes with a nose for Gs
Skrilla for rilla, money ain't a thang
Black trucks, rollin' low, triple-0 keys
I'm gettin' paid, cash, money, cheddar cheese
Just picked up eight pounds of weed
I'm gettin' skilla
That's a deala
Can you feel a...
True OG, neighborhood cap peela?
Underground drug deala
With the 15 rock
And another Bently parked outside
Fuck you bitch, you'll still get jacked
'Cause I always leave my mothafuckin' pistol packed
Skrilla for rilla
Fool, I'm a killa
Go off in your grilla
In your pockets for ya bills
Yeah, stackin' my change
bag cheese, green and thangs
Lettin' my nuts hang
Jetttin' down the line at Soul Train
Don Cornelius and Clip, we got money-plans
Me and my man
Put our hands
On no less than grands
Man!
Fuck this, I'm out to get paid
Clockin' two million for my piece and two chil, ya!
Skrilla for rilla, money ain't a thang
Cables, links, ropes and chains
Skrilla for rilla, money ain't a thang
Suede, leather, getty's and cane
Skrilla for rilla, money ain't a thang
Superfly hoes with a nose for Gs
Skrilla for rilla, money ain't a thang
Black trucks, rollin' low, triple-0 keys
One for you and five for me...one for you and ten for
me...one for you, twenty for me....skrillas for rillas
bitch, yeah, yeah....we rydas...inside us...we rydas,
eatin' steak, you at home eatin'
Sliders....hahaha....BITCH!!!
3) R-U-A Ryda?
Hehe
Hey yo
This this bitch wanna know
Is she a ryda?
Hehehe
R-U-A Ryda?
I don't need you all up on my nuts no more
That's what the wrinkles are there for, recognize
Besides you could never ride with us
You'll never slide with us, coincide with us
I been inside your puss so many times it's loopy
I look at you naked my dick goes droopy
Scoop me, shit black truck rolls on
You's a ryda like my name's Malone dumb bitch
Hell yeah I'm a ryda
Weed rollin high lighter
Straight up Detroit 7 mile East sider
Do you wanna ride with me?
You really ain't a thug, but you tried to be
Riches to rags hopes and your tattooed tears
I'm from the old school I had it hard for years
Psychopathic Rydas fool M O B
Foe Foe in this bitch, you wanna fuck with me, muthafuckas?
The truck is black
I pulls my gat
Gang affiliated and it's like that (Yeah)
It's all about the hoes, dang fame, and loot
R-U-A Ryda? (Whoo)
Can we ride? (Whoo whoo)
The truck is black
I pulls my gat
Gang affiliated and it's like that (Yeah)
It's all about the hoes, dang fame, and loot
R-U-A Ryda? (Whoo)
Can we ride? (Whoo whoo)
I pack big heat cause of these streets I'm so fed
Rags hangin out my back pocket
And one around my forehead
Mack daddy in the caddy
Throwing up the gang signs
If you're from the same clique
Then you're throwin up the same signs
If not the shit pops, we spit glocks and hit spots
Ignites, shells drop
Then we bail from cops
Boo yeah like in the chronicles, feelin bionicle
Get high with me
Yo ryda, then come ride with me
Full clip, Psychopathic Rydas and Full Clip go together
Like home arrest and a tether
You better, run tell a friend
Your momma, your daddy, your greasy headed granny
They all can't stand me (Fuck 'em)
Cause my dick goes in to find their daughters neden holes
Blow it out then I'm out no doubt
Every day that pass my game gets tighter
Psychopathic style muthafucka I'm a ryda
The truck is black
I pulls my gat
Gang affiliated and it's like that (Yeah)
It's all about the hoes, dang fame, and loot
R-U-A Ryda? (Whoo)
Can we ride? (Whoo whoo)
The truck is black
I pulls my gat
Gang affiliated and it's like that (Yeah)
It's all about the hoes, dang fame, and loot
R-U-A Ryda? (Whoo)
Can we ride? (Whoo whoo)
Fuck with Lil' Shank huh?
Get off, before I cock my gat and blow your eyebrows off
You invadin my space with your mean muggin face
If you feelin froggish bitch, jump and get a taste
Yo I keep it in my waste line
Stick like a base line
Pull out my heat, fear and power at the same time
Black skull cap keep my khakis creased
Rydas got love from the West to the East
I was born in this fucked up world ryda brown
10 years old slangin dope by the pound
Out of bounds, no limit till my dirt
Bitch tried to break my heart and got her back hurt
I'll let you ride if you suck my dick
And Bullet dick, and the rest of the clique yeah
You finished? Cool, no doubt
Now put your clothes on and get the fuck out bitch
The truck is black
I pulls my gat
Gang affiliated and it's like that (Yeah)
It's all about the hoes, dang fame, and loot
R-U-A Ryda? (Whoo)
Can we ride? (Whoo whoo)
The truck is black
I pulls my gat
Gang affiliated and it's like that (Yeah)
It's all about the hoes, dang fame, and loot
R-U-A Ryda? (Whoo)
Can we ride? (Whoo whoo)
4) Everyday
Everyday, everyday
Psychopathic every
Hey yo Twin Gats where you at dawg?
Yeah, alright now let's uh
Let Cell Block come on
We rydin on suckas like everyday
We blowin bitches back out in every way
We dumpin' on fools who be actin hard
Your whole damn family will get blown off
Cause you ain't worth shit to me you know to me?
To me and the Rydas up on your family tree
Cause everyday is something new
Now holla at Bullet yo whoo whoo
Everyday except on Tuesday
Cause that be the Rydas official killa fools day
And haters like nobody cares
That's when I put ghetto vets in wheel chairs
And then push em down the stair case
Bbbbbbbbb
Just for the look on they face
A mental case a little sick in the brain
All the same it's an everyday thang
Black trucks bumpin is everyday
Try to bank skrilla is everyday
Runnin with a hatchet is everyday
Psychopathic everyday
Black trucks bumpin is everyday
Try to bank skrilla is everyday
Runnin with a hatchet is everyday
Psychopathic everyday
I ain't the one to be fucked with
Fuck a bitch ass trick
Eat a dick and die
I know these other tricks that ride
Help me when I'm horny
Even hold my gun for me
She adore me
This everyday bitch after bitch
City after city
And I still treat em shitty
Tell it to your face yo, no lie
Everyday I live my life like the world bout to die
Some more everyday shit
Some shit that happen everyday
Around Full Clip way
Around the ryda way
Hey Escalades, Navi's, and Benzos
Sippin Hendals
Pistol whippin hound dogs
Turn the corner scoop up the rydas
Cell Block and Foe Foe tread behind us
We doin everyday shit
The same shit again
Gettin paid and oh gettin skins
Black trucks bumpin is everyday
Try to bank skrilla is everyday
Runnin with a hatchet is everyday
Psychopathic everyday
Black trucks bumpin is everyday
Try to bank skrilla is everyday
Runnin with a hatchet is everyday
Psychopathic everyday
Everyday I slap a bitch in her lips
Kick her in the ass, and twist her nipples
Then I grab her by the hips and fuck her in the butt
Uhh uhh what?
I gives a fuck
I'd fuck her with a used rubber
After my homeboys done with it
Forget it
I admit it I wouldn't do that
Cause my dick wouldn't fit in a rubber it's too fat
Everyday smokin green leaf
Everyday gat choking
Everyday no joking
Fuck prayin and hoping
A born loser
The drug abuser
Mad as fuck in the land cruiser
Fuck there's dues to be paid
There's crews to be sprayed
If I don't pack my heat it's a knife to your face
This everyday all day ryda for small pay
I'm high as fuck thugged out all ways
Black trucks bumpin is everyday
Try to bank skrilla is everyday
Runnin with a hatchet is everyday
Psychopathic everyday
Black trucks bumpin is everyday
Try to bank skrilla is everyday
Runnin with a hatchet is everyday
Psychopathic everyday
Black trucks bumpin is everyday
Try to bank skrilla is everyday
Runnin with a hatchet is everyday
Psychopathic everyday
Black trucks bumpin is everyday
Try to bank skrilla is everyday
Runnin with a hatchet is everyday
Psychopathic everyday
That's right y'all
Psychopathic Rydas
Cell Block, Twin Gats, Bullet, Full Clip (Hey)
And the homebound rydas (Hey, hey)
Foe Foe and Lil Shank
And the rest of the ryda dawgs (Hey, hey)
Hoods in black trucks muthafucks (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Forever and a day (West side)
Forever and a day (East side)
Forever and a day (South side)
Worldwide baby
We rydas
Rydin on your streets
Jackin yo beats
Lickin yo bitches feets
5) Ryda Hata
Yeah!! Know what I'm sayin? Twin Gats, mothafuckin'
Rydas in this bitch....fuck yeah mothafucka...forever
and ever and ever...
Are you a Ryda hater? If so, you ain't shit
And I'll tell it to yo' chick
When I'm emptyin' the clip
Bitch
You get the dick
And I'm fondling your chick
With my lips around her tit
And my stickle in her clit
Now who she with?
The Ryda, now you hatin' it
I see that mark parked on my dog, chasin' it
Wastin' it
Drop yo' bitch off, I get inside her later
I pack a Mack-11 for all you bitch ass Ryda haters
If you a Ryda hater, you best check yo'self
Or get knocked out with a left, right, left
Watch your step
Hold your breath
Drop your heat
All by yourself naked in the backseat
Of my car
You never know who we are
Ridin' round the city like some superstars
Pimpin' hard
Flappin' caps and pullin' cards
If you wanna step, mothafucka let's go to war
Haters...we BUCK!! BUCK!!
Ryda Haters we BUCK!! BUCK!! BUCK!!
Haters...we BUCK!! BUCK!!
Ryda Haters we BUCK!! BUCK!! BUCK!!
Hate a mothafucka?
You hate a mothafucka!
Just 'cause a brother got butter mothafucka?
What? Bitch! It's time that I check that chin
Apologize for it then check it again
'Cause I'm no kinda friend
When I'm takin' a bottle of the rose
I might swerve your nose
That's how it goes for a hater
That hates that I'm greater
Bullet be the hater exterminator
Haters...we BUCK!! BUCK!!
Ryda Haters we BUCK!! BUCK!! BUCK!!
Haters...we BUCK!! BUCK!!
Ryda Haters we BUCK!! BUCK!! BUCK!!
You can hate me because I ride like the wind
And leave yo' ass waitin' for love like Cardigins
I'm a thug bitch, and I been that way forever
Never spend no cheddar
On a bitch, no never
Whatever the fuck you think you talkin' about
But it's hard to hear yo' words with my dick up in your mouth
All that hatin' shit is out
And I'm all up in this bitch
Ryda for life and I ain't never gon' switch
Ryda haters, what the fuck, yo, I can't stand em'
Talk shit behind my back
And yo' lips get smacked
Talk shit to my face
Get pistol whipped in the face
Thrown in the torture rack, your back gets placed
Gettin' maced in your eye, throat gets karate chopped
Cock the gat back, BLAM! You got dropped
Run your body over with my black truck
Hater ass stupid motherfuckin' piece of shit thug!
Haters...we BUCK!! BUCK!!
Ryda Haters we BUCK!! BUCK!! BUCK!!
Haters...we BUCK!! BUCK!!
Ryda Haters we BUCK!! BUCK!! BUCK!!
If you a Ryda hater, you's a bitch ho
And no one really cares what your mom thinks bro
'Cause it's all about the money, black trucks and bumps
So shut your mouth, get on your knees, and take your lumps
Haters...we BUCK!! BUCK!!
Ryda Haters we BUCK!! BUCK!! BUCK!!
Haters...we BUCK!! BUCK!!
Ryda Haters we BUCK!! BUCK!! BUCK!!
You's a chump see, flat out bitch, you ain't shit
And for real though, yo' bitch ass'll die quick
Fuckin' with the clique
Boo-yaaa!! We won't miss
Leave ya standin' still in a puddle of piss
You's a Ryda hata
So I annihilate ya
I'm mobbin' up on yo' set like a Space Invader
Easy to contain ya
Like a rat
I'll smash ya with my baseball bat
Because I'm Rose like that
Bee-yatch!!
6) Slug N Ya Noggin
Yeah, hold still muthafucka!! Hold still
muthafucka!!!!! Hehehe
Stepped in the spot, Rydas set deep
Some faggot ass mothafucka wanna get his peep on
I said, "relax, I'm taggin' this kid's bitch
cBesides, my trigger finger's startin' to itch."
Fool steps up, startin' to wanna talk shit
Two steps back, bust him in his fuckin' lip
Fallin' to the floor, the mothafucka keeps talkin'
So I pulled my shit, he got a slug in the noggin
Slug in ya noggin!
(Slug in ya noggin)
Slug in ya noggin!
Ya better think twice
Slug in ya noggin!
(Slug in ya noggin)
Slug in ya noggin!
Ya head ain't nice
My turn? Wait. Lemme check this
One bullet...I miss
And I'ma have to walk all the way over there
And stick something sharp in your neck
Wack
Lookin' nothin' like a homicidal lunatic
I'd rather just shoot you and be done with it
Forget it
I ain't about to miss
I'ma leave his eyeball hangin' out like Bushwick
Down to peel your cap quick
Fuck all this rap shit
You're a long way from home
Infra-red beam on your dome
No mercy on a hater now I caught ya sleepin'
Creepin'
With the window open, Foe Foe peepin'
Heat seekin'
Bullets no bullshit, second guesses
Have your family up in black dresses
I'm a thug
Who only need one slug
No love
First shot
Punch his lights, time clock
Slug in ya noggin!
(Slug in ya noggin)
Slug in ya noggin!
Ya better think twice
Slug in ya noggin!
(Slug in ya noggin)
Slug in ya noggin!
Ya head ain't nice
Slug in ya noggin!
(Slug in ya noggin)
Slug in ya noggin!
Ya better think twice
Slug in ya noggin!
(Slug in ya noggin)
Slug in ya noggin!
Ya head ain't nice
You better back up bitch 'fore I peel your wig back
Or your face get cracked
By my Louisville bat
You punk mothafucka, why you still talkin' shit?
Don't you know I be from the Ryda clique?
I be Cell Block, and if you wanna fight
Bring it on mothafucka, 'cause tonight's the night
For you to meet your maker at the end of the fall
Because Rydas are known to put slugs in ya noggin
First things first, I done clapped one kid tonight
Now this mothafucka wanna flap his jaws at the stoplight
Yo, I'm a Ryda, I don't give a fuck who you know
Bitch, I'm Full Clip, so I pulled him out his window
Beast scared of beef, and yo, I'm by myself
He had 320 and reachin' everything on the top shelf
However big, I don't give a fuck, you know the slogan
Cock the gat back, boo-yaa!! Slug in the noggin
Slug in ya noggin!
(Slug in ya noggin)
Slug in ya noggin!
Ya better think twice
Slug in ya noggin!
(Slug in ya noggin)
Slug in ya noggin!
Ya head ain't nice
Slug in ya noggin!
(Slug in ya noggin)
Slug in ya noggin!
Ya better think twice
Slug in ya noggin!
(Slug in ya noggin)
Slug in ya noggin!
Ya head ain't nice
Slug in ya noggin!
(Slug in ya noggin)
Slug in ya noggin!
Ya better think twice
Slug in ya noggin!
(Slug in ya noggin)
Slug in ya noggin!
Ya head ain't nu-nice
Nuttin' nice...ya! ya!
7) Ghetto Fantasies
Seem like...seem like you're always tryin' to get to a
certain point, know what I'm sayin'? Once you get
there, it ain't what you thought it was. So even the
realest mothafucka...mufuckas that seem like they got
it made, they got fantasies. There's no end to a
fantasy. Once you reach your fantasy, you got five
more fantasies. That's real. Come on with it, Foe Foe.
It's all about the money, hoes, and gats
And hangin' with my Rydas smokin' bag after bag after bag, whut!?
Cadillac
Bitch, we full-fledgin'
Raised up in the hood like a legend
Always contendin'
'Cause the top is where I'm headin'
Top of the world, I got the Rydas in diamonds, it's all imbedded
I'm smokin' an ounce another mission, keepin' you hoes
On your toes
Foe Foe's about to blow, plow!!!
Give it to me, I want it all for me I'm greedy
Fulfillin' my ghetto fantasty, so fuck the needy
I was born in the ghetto where all my folks stay
Dreams of black trucks with bumps and pushin' weight
Livin' like a superstar
Hookin' up with mail fraud
Gettin' em' high and runnin' it for new cars
When I grew up, I wasn't worth a dime
Cribs with no lights, where I spent my time
Wasn't 'nough time
Steady high
Out for one time
Writin' rhymes
Blowin' mine
Pullin' nines
On a sucka
'Cause I was a broke mothafucka
Till I got with the Rydas, started sportin' black trucks...
Ghetto fantasies, love don't live here anymore
Rydas are for real, Rydas are for life
Rydas doin' wrong, I'm tryin' to do what's right, y'all
Ghetto fantasies, love don't live here anymore
Rydas are for real, Rydas are for life
Rydas doin' wrong, I'm tryin' to do what's right, y'all
I make my ghetto fantasies into realities
Paid ass Rydas with ghetto mentalities
Growin' up without shit, no skrilla
From crack houses to mansions in the hills
And a big black truck with the bump in my driveway
Back in the days when Clip didn't have it that way
Turn around on my shit, I'ma have to see a wig and pull it
All my fantasies came true now, holler at Bullet
Ryder trucks, I wanna buy one of them
Just 'cause it says Ryder on the side of em'
I want a fleet of trucks
To carry all my bucks
And fuck mudducks
I'm wearin' tux
Like Chucks
'Cause this sucks
I eat so much Ramen pride, I'm startin' to think it's my name
"Waddup Ramen!!" Hi!
I'm gettin' by on powdered milk and a can of cheese
But the best thing in my life is free
My fantasies
Ghetto fantasies, love don't live here anymore
Rydas are for real, Rydas are for life
Rydas doin' wrong, I'm tryin' to do what's right, y'all
Ghetto fantasies, love don't live here anymore
Rydas are for real, Rydas are for life
Rydas doin' wrong, I'm tryin' to do what's right, y'all
Well basically
My ghetto fantasy
Has gotta be a way to get me and my people out of this society
I'm tryin' G
But you ain't helpin' me
By battling me
And askin' me
How tough me and the Rydas be
We need to get it together before we fall apart
So gimme all yo' shit, my gat is aimed straight at your heart
But I'm ruthless and I gotta get what's mine
And I'm breakin' fools off in the drive-thru line, whut?
My ghetto fantasy's to roll with a million Gs
Rydas like me
Ready to die like me
Blazin' pounds of weed
Till my fuckin' eyes bleed
Monage a 'tois like a mufuckas what we need
And we be them thugs rydin'
Prepared to bust, Psychopathic Rydas
Have the pigs scared of us
And if they ever kills us
Then our souls will remain
Dwellin' in they brain
Till they feel my fuckin' pain
And that's real y'all
Ghetto fantasies, love don't live here anymore
Rydas are for real, Rydas are for life
Rydas doin' wrong, I'm tryin' to do what's right, y'all
Ghetto fantasies, love don't live here anymore
Rydas are for real, Rydas are for life
Rydas doin' wrong, I'm tryin' to do what's right,y'all
Ghetto fantasies, love don't live here anymore
No, no, noooo....no, no, noooo....
8) Who?
Bring it
Cell Block, Twin Gats
Full Clip, Foe Foe, Lil' Shank, Bullet
Jeremy, Psychopathic Rydas
Nipples, Tom Dub
All up in that bitch ass
Bubba Dub, Double A
Stepdirt, Jump Steady, Billy Bill, Tom K
Mike E. Clark, Jason, Dougie
Psychopathic tell me
Who got more hoes than us? (Don't nobody)
No, who rock more shows than us? (Don't nobody)
No, who got more bank than us? (Don't nobody)
No, who down with hoods in black trucks (Fuckin everybody)
Back the fuck up cause y'all ain't got shit
Representin the street killas my whole clique
Where the bitch we run hoes for all they loot
And when my money ain't right yo
Believe we down to shoot
Everyday what, different bitch
And at least once a month, my whole enterage switch
Hands down muthafuckas case closed
Psychopathic Rydas got all the hoes
Who got more hoes than us? (Don't nobody)
No, who rock more shows than us? (Don't nobody)
No, who got more bank than us? (Don't nobody)
No, who down with hoods in black trucks (Fuckin everybody)
Everybody that's down
That is me and Full Clip bring it to 'em
Oooh who's dat?
Clip from the Rydas
Dumpin out bystanders at the cops behind us
Oooh who's dat?
Your muthafuckin killa
Pull out my nine and blast you in your grill, yeah
Oooh who's dat?
The winner of bread
Put your face on the curb and kick the back of your head
Oooh who's dat?
Hatchet representin fool hood in a black truck
Ryda till I die that's what
I don't give a fuck how many caps they peel
Fuck they crew and all they muthafuckin homeboys frontin like they real
I got the hollow tip bullets for that teflon vest
Blow a hole the size of hubcaps dead in your chest
We ain't afraid to make the hammer go cock
Just to erase a couple of wack muthafuckas off the block
Leave you layin in a pine box with roses from your crew
Pause for a second, check yourself, and ask who
Who got more hoes than us? (Don't nobody)
No, who rock more shows than us? (Don't nobody)
No, who got more bank than us? (Don't nobody)
No, who down with hoods in black trucks (Fuckin everybody)
You saw the show
Say I didn't rock it
I'ma jab a stick in your eye socket
I'm through tryin to prove myself all the time
I'm the muthafuckin shit bottom line
Fuck dis tryin to impress y'all
I'll wear a half shirt and walk a fat bitch through the mall
Shit I don't pick and choose my freaks
I'll fuck a crackhead with warts on her butt cheeks
And I'd still be the shit like that
Fuckin Yokozuna ain't livin this fat baby what
Ain't nobody bad like us
25 drunk Ryda dawgs in the tour bus
Who down with hoods in black trucks? (Fuckin everybody)
9) Killa Ova Nuttin'
Yeah, what the hell you know about the Rydas? Black
trucks and hoods bitch!! Shit, you better check that,
hell...
Yo! I'm a killa
Cap peela
Other bitches is wack, but Rydas are for rilla
Gimme all your skrilla
Your keys to your ride
Tell your bitch to leave her purse with the wallet inside
Ain't no frontin'
When Cell Block starts dumpin'
Through your neighborhood our black trucks be bumpin'
Watch your mouth, peep game, and learn somethin'
Nigga, check nuts, 'cause I'm killin' ova nuttin'
Now I be ridin' with my shotty
A fifth of Bicardi
My nose snotty
In the party
Intentions to levitate her body
Give a fuck who he with or who he know
Let the barrel blow
Or a quarrel know
Over somethin' that he borrowed, no
Do the math
On the warpath
Makin' predictions to the body count
I even blast a hotty now
Sprayin' couples 'cause I loved you
So fuck you
I don't gang bang 'cause I'm strugglin'
Bee-yatch!! Yo I'm a killa ova nuttin'
Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!
Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!
Now I knew this bitch, yo, she used to love me
Buffin' on my pickle, peace, everything was lovely
Forties and Swishers delivered to my doorstep
Early in the mornin', neden on my woodpeck
Livin' lavish, every call beckoned on
I'm the big Full Clip and bitches all pause, anyway, with no reason for drama
I killed that muthafuckin' bitch and her mama
Still doin' drive-bys and leavin' hoes for dead
Mislead
Is what my homeboy said
I ain't no bitch hoe, end your life on G.P.
With ya whole family
On the lawn staring at me
And I could could give a fuck, get to lookin' at my gat
Get to feindin' like a basehead, to leave you hoes flat
Two-Gats got my back
Killa ova nuttin', that's a fact
Get out my face or get it slapped, bitch
Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!
Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!
I was born with the biggest chip on my shoulder
I killed little kids and took they strollers
I'm older, tie you up instead
And blow red lettuce out the side of your head
(pa-tow!!)
You could die any minute
Turn your back, and get a hollow point slug in it
You bit it
Over nuttin' at all
Now they serve peanuts out your skull
At barbecues
I been wonderin' what the fuck you been lookin' at
You know it ain't no thang for me to get my gat
And blow holes in your frame till you look like an afgan
Body collapsed, soul fly like Peter Pan
Lil' Shank from the hood, raised in bad ways
Peel your fuckin' cap 'cause I'm havin' a bad day
Hey, you can be a thug if you want to
But I'ma be a Ryda bitch, so fuck you!
Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!
Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!
10) Plug Dat Puss
FULL CLIP, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!!
Hit it from the back and blow out that bush
Tappin' nedens, taggin' nedens, that be my thing
Know my bitches from they taggles, muthafuck a name
In this game, Clip like Boardwalk in Monopoly
Slappin' skins like a madman
Blowin' beards off of clams
Champion trim getter
Wriggilin' meat fitter
Gold medal ho hitter
Blue ribbon pink tickler
LIL' SHANK, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!!
Tighten up baby, 'cause I'm startin' to push
When it comes to pussy, I'm the cock father
If you an ugly bitch tryin' to kick it, don't bother
I'm the type of brother that'll put in mad work
For bitches wearin' crotchless panties and tight
mini-skirts
Fuck it till it hurts
I'm about to snap
So open up yo' legs and let me feel yo' crack
TWIN GATS, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!!
First put on a show
Watch my anaconda start to grow
Fee-fi-foe
Yo, I smell the one
That be playin' with her puss or get me off till I
c-izz-um
Never kiss em'
Is it the b-izz-urp?
The words of wisdom
Pack protection for my worm when I'm goin' fishin'
I'll dick you chick
Then I diss you quick
The hit and dip
Run, get the pistol grip
FOE FOE, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!!
Gotta get my hands on that fat ass tush
With ya belly-button pierced and them thick ass thighs
Got you lookin' lil' somethin' like Mary J. Blige
Don't mind my eyes
They bloodshot
From smokin' bout 4 bags of weed in the parking lot
So wassup bitch, got a name with them hips?
And can you lick my dick like you just licked your lips?
BULLET, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!!
You wit' it?
I'll hit it
You feel that?
I did it
I promise, I'll only put like half my dick in
And now I'll eat your neden like a plate of chicken
Lickin'
Stickin'
My tongue in your well
I'm doin' that as soon as that blizzard hits hell
What?
You thought I would?
Not the Ryda crew
You should holla at Korn, they'll probably eat your butthole too
CELL BLOCK, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!!
It's been too long since I first got the butt
A nut in your mouth
Or on your chin
Five months ago I met you and I wanted to fuck yo' friend
But that wasn't happenin'
So I started rappin'
About you and me in the back of my van
And an hour went by and I turned you out
Now creep it to your friend, she'll know what I'm about
FULL CLIP, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!!
Fuck yeah I'll hit it, but first you gotta douche
Fur burgers, bitch, that's my favorite snack
Throw the pieces heffer, it's next to that
So slide over here, sit on Full Clip's lap
'Cause Full Clip got a full meat he wanna stuff in your buttcrack
On top of that, no, fuck that, I'm on top of you
Shakin' hips and things
When I blew out her O-ring
LIL' SHANK, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!!
5 mo' strokes and my nuts gon' gush
I hit it from the back, I hit it from the side
I let her suck my dick and I nutted in her eye
Now, they wonder why they call her Strawberry?
'Cause she's under 35, red-headed, and her pussy hairy
Plus she let me bump and fuck
And stuff and touch
And gimme all I need until my ass has had enough
Whut!?!?
TWIN GATS, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!!
I gotta camoflauge lookin' for the bush
They say I'm trifle
'Cause I wanna spit my rifle
All up beside you 'cause I can't hold it in
I wanna stick this big somethin' in your openin'
Tight, two fingers, three fingers, stick my fist in
When it's through, stick my dick in
Like a nice stickin'
Stuffin' up this chicken
FOE FOE, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!!
Fuck you 'cause I hit that bush
It's me again, oh, now you trippin'
You wasn't bullshittin'
When it's my dick you was lickin'
Replace you like the bullets out my gat
From emptyin' my clip into your back
(Yeah, mama-beetcha, it's like 'dat!)
Smash you like a bottle of brew, 'cause you's a trick
Fuck that shit, matter of fact, eat a dick
Psychopathic in this piece, know about it
Leave you hoes flat ass dead, so don't doubt it
BULLET, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!!
Who 'dat?
What 'dat?
Hit that?
Did that
I could fuck your baby-mama, no lie
'Cause she be lookin' at me like, "Hiiii!!"
Hey bitch, whoop! whoop! can I plug?
I be bustin' drips on your nippy-nappy rug
Slap happy thugme dick dribble
'Cause you play with my dick just a little
And schwiiiiinnnggg!!
CELL BLOCK, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!!
Everyday I meet a ho that I know I can't trust
But it don't mean nuttin' 'cause I still plug her out
Under 18 with a child no doubt
Don't matter ho
Lemme hit it in the bootyhole
But if it be smellin' like fish
Bitch
You gots to go
11) Back 2 Crack
I, I tried momma
I tried
You lookin at me check yourself lil' bitch
Mad at the rydas cause we all rich and shit
Think about what you used to have
And what you don't have now
Trying to hate on me with a glass dick in your mouth
Used to represent in Cleveland black trucks with the bumps
Drive through the car wash now see you work and wash my shit punk
You had all the bitches, paper, no trouble
Now your ass is up in the air gettin banged out for pebbles
I don't give a fuck it's like a horse with a broken leg
An old crusty ass broken down piece of shit
What's next?
Next time I see ya
I pull out my heater
And meltin your brain with hot lead you muthafucka
I can't take it no more
I gave it everything I had
Back on the bottom and everything is lookin bad
Face mad cause I'm hungry and I'm broke as fuck
I see your man on the corner and you know he's stuck
He out of luck in the wrong place at the wrong time
I give a fuck if he blind
All his money mine
On the dime I whip the gat out
Handles slippery cause I'm sweaty
He tried to move so I'ma pull this lead out
Check his pockets loose change and a note
Sayin I used to be a rapper I'ma joke
Hooked on dope and I don't wanna live, damn
Please somebody kill me and end this life big
Back 2 crack I'm all fuckin tried
Slangin' them dub tapes out the hoop ride
I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star
But this rap shit didn't go far, go far
Back 2 crack I'm all fuckin tried
Slangin' them dub tapes out the hoop ride
I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star
But this rap shit didn't go far, go far
Hand me that muthafuckin crack pipe
I wanna smoke me a pebble
I'm through tryin to be a rebel
I used to follow them hip-hop tours
Handin my demos out at backstage doors
I'm through trying to be the next Dr. Dre
I'd rather just smoke this rock away
Phoney deals, contracts, labels snakes everywhere
Shit...
I heard that niggas from the hood was goin way out
Returning back to the hood servin fools like a paper route
Scrounging up whatever loot they got to buy a key
But if ranchers grew weed like record sales and popularity
Back to the corner slangin loose and clumps
Gotta live ghetto fabulous with rims and bumps
Gotta have the fuckin heater cause my hands are stingin
Coming back in 2's and 3's tryin to peel your cap
Cause occasionally you serve a lemon head delight
But you think them heads are stupid
Cause it's dark at night
Plus you gotta get yours
By any means it's on again
But you record slangin yayhoo
How the fuck can you win
Back 2 crack I'm all fuckin tried
Slangin' them dub tapes out the hoop ride
I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star
But this rap shit didn't go far, go far
Momma, momma I tried
I just, I just couldn't do it
I mean, I mean damn you never helped a mufucka
I mean, I'm sorry momma
That's just drugs talkin momma
Momma I'm sorry
Back 2 crack I'm all fuckin tried
Slangin' them dub tapes out the hoop ride
I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star
But this rap shit didn't go far, go far
Back 2 crack I'm all fuckin tried
Slangin' them dub tapes out the hoop ride
I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star
But this rap shit didn't go far, go far
12) Rydin' 4 Life
Psychopathic Rydas....ryde on
these bitches....forever
and a day....y'all know how we do...it's Westside till
we d-izz-ie...Eastside till we d-izz-ie....worldwide..
Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Hatchet rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Straight up rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Hatchet rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
That's for life!!
Now we rydin' on these bitches, ain't no mercy in my eyes
With the Rydas by my side
Screamin', "Die, mufucka, die!!"
Never hesitate
All up in the Escalade
Bumpin' sounds from the Rydas, straight dumpin'
Always into somethin'
Gats on my hip, hangin' out the window
Blazin' indo
Lookin' for a narc or a nympho
Breathin' this pollution always dancin' with the
streets
With my heat
Can't be beat
Get in mind
And we rydin'
I'ma ryde
I got a hatchet on my side
Long time ago, I was born to ryde
Straight up Detroit Psychopathic Ryda
Only real mission here is takin' you higher
But we gets fucked up and that's a fact
We roll down your streets, pumpin', shootin' off gats
So what the fuck bitch, why you wanna get shot?
You in the midst of the Rydas and Cell Block
Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Hatchet rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Straight up rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Hatchet rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
That's for life!!
I was 10-years-old, a lil' scruffy
Already rydin', grippin' a black Huffy
So
Buffy my picky-lo
Bitchy-ho
I'm the last jiggi-lo
Fo' rilly tho
On the dealio
About this crew
You don't join this shit...we come to you
Only a chosen few
That know the pros and cons
Fuck the Mafia, we froze the Dons
Stakes in bonds
I'm in a cashmiere sweater
The better your cheddar
The wetter you get her
And never let her ass what she don't need to know
'Cause the flossin' will kill ya for sho'
I know
I had to kill a deputy
Tryin' to question me
About equity
I coulda let it be
But my skrilla comes first
Till you see this Ryda rydin' a hearse
Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Hatchet rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Straight up rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Hatchet rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
That's for life!!
Rydin'? Rydin' bitch, no time for hidin'
Rydin' is for a perfect balance in time
Rydin' A, grippin' oversized black trucks
Rydin' B, grip a hatchet in your hand, whut?! whut!?
Rydin' C, fellow Rydas always got your back
Rydin' D, And phones, me, and my bumps, and my
Cadillac
Holdin' heaters to Ryda haters heads
Ryda E, I'm a Ryda and then some, 'nuff said
You wanna ryde
Well bitch, tell me why
You wanna be hard, think I'm Mr. Nice Guy
But I ain't, I'm the one they call Cell Block
Carry two Colt .45's and a Glock
Ready to pull out, so bitch squeeze that
Itchy trigger finger on the side of my gat
Five seconds later he was on the ground
I got in my truck and peeled off with his pound
Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Hatchet rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Straight up rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Hatchet rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
That's for life!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Hatchet rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Straight up rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Hatchet rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
That's for life!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Hatchet rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Straight up rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Hatchet rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
That's for life!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
That's for life!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
That's for life!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
That's for life!! |
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