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Ryden Dirtay
1) Intrizzo
2) Gangsta Shit
3) Nobody In Dis
4) Never Gone Quit (Featuring Lil' Poot)
5) Boom
6) Ride 2 Da End
7) Bye Bye
8) Dem Bitches
9) There It Goes
10) Ryden Dirtay
11) Ryde Out
12) Thumpin
13) Murder Follows Me
1) Intrizzo
Once again, the earth beneath you crumbles
As a convoy of black trucks rumbles into your town
Back up in that ass once again
Is the notorius lords of the underworld
The one and only infamous psychopathic rydas
My name is Bullet
And I am a thug
A hood in a black truck
And I've never caught slippin'
Because I'm always packin' a mutha fuckin'...
Fo Fo, biatch (echo)
Don't ever test me ho
Straight up gangsta mutha fucka
And if you see me on the strip
You know I got a mutha fuckin'...
Full Clip, aka, fizzle cleazy
Once again, blasting your mutha fuckin eardrums with a lyrical slug
You wanna fuck with the Hatchet Rydas
I'ma stick you with my...
Lil Shank
Jumpin' straight outta black truck
Representin the east and I don't give a fuck
Man, if you get caught slippin on my side
And you ain't a ryda, you gonna end up dead or in a mutha fuckin'
Cell Block
Anotha psychopathic ryda
We always ride out, down and dirty to the E-N-D
Start the record, Ryden Dirty, bitch
RYDEN DIRTAY
WOOP WOOP
2) Gangsta Shit
Psychopathic Rydas up in that bitch ass, mutha fucka
Trigga deep
When you see us coming
Turn the fuck around
And get the fuck on
Lil Shank
Speak on these fools
I drop gangsta shit
With my gangsta clip
And everybody on the otherside
Suck my dick
Now with my gangsta ways
And gangsta walk
I spit gangsta shit
Everytime I talk
Now what you mutha fuckas know bout a Ryda in black?
Who be invested all his chedda on these trees and gats
I got ammunition to bring the fuckin' drama whenever
Who wanna talk shit, where it's at, bitch whatever
Who wanna test me, simply get your wig pushed back
Me and my four Ryda homies ready for the attack
And if ya think we coming full
You better grab your grip
Cause Lil Shank and the Rydas
On some gangsta shit (mutha fucka!)
Chorus:
Rydas (WHUT!)
Ryda (Whut!)
Where you at y'all?
We be dumpin out the cut
It's all
Gangsta Shit
It's all gangsta shit, and we bangin to the game and we hates to quit
Y'all bitch ass niggas actin' like you know a mu-fucka
Rydin' n fuckin' my shit
Bitch I'ma thug
Bitch, this shit 4 life mutha fucka
Bullet, let these mutha fuckas know somn
Look at my craw
It's like bump bump bumpin'
Psychopathic Ryda
Dump dump dumpin'
Jump jumpin up
Everybody's runnin'
King Kong Ryda Daddy
Bullet still is comin
Strummin on traps
Crushin' on hearts
Can I be at one from a Ryda, dogg? (heeey)
I don't respect your set
Fuck your hood
Fuck your baby mamma
And ya know I could, bitch
I leave you missin like Twin Gats
Lost deep in a cave wit dem rats and bats
My name is Bullet
Soul gonna pierce your brain
Sever your spine and leave your limbs dinglin'
Dis is gangsta shit, this is all I know
So when I show up, open the safe and hit the floor (Yayeah!)
Chorus
Man, for all you bitch ass niggas out there talkin loud
Friendly (?) and sayin' shit
Y'all need to do us all a mutha fuckin' favor
Shut the FUCK UP
Full Clip, fuck these niggas
Dump (dump)
Blaugh (blaugh)
Whistle (whistle)
Pop (pop)
That be the Psychopathic Rydas on anotha cop
And it don't stop, fizzle cleazay
Sprung legs get popped with a swizzle greasy (?)
Fo Sheezy
We represents tha D
East to the west side
And everything in between
We never seen
Unless we in a dress code
Hoods and black trunks
Foot thick bank rolls
We the hardest clique
Kickin' gangsta shit
Any bitches that oppose
Can eat a fat dick
I'm out fo the money
So bitches better freeze
And when we on yo block
Don't even call the police
Fool, I get out the corner
Pull the heat from my waist
Cock the hammer back and let one go in yo face
And leave yo mutha fuckin body lyin on the floor
And wait with the rydas to end with the law
Chorus
From Chicago's south side
To one block south central
All of that shit, on and on
We want it all
The underground
The overground
Fo Fo, come wit it man.
Bitch, you ain't heard?
Rydas don't die
Fo Fo representin'
Smokin' choke and stayin' high
All you ho's get your hands up
Put your petty cash up
The Rydas want the safe
And all the shit under the mattress
Drop, get on the floor
Don't make me have to get yo ho's
Cause if I do they'll find your body in another time zone
Mind blown with this gangsta shit (gangsta)
Have your whole block blown ta bits
Then fuck your bitch
I'm on some thug shit
On the corner, hustle sell drug shit
Rydin' with my homies
Bustin' shots at punk ass kids (riiiii)
Ain't nobody game like us
We love to bust
We love da rust
And watch you blood guts
Chorus
Yea bitch, a real motha fucking gangsta
That's some real gangsta shit, mutha faacko
That's Bullet, Fo Fo, Full Clip, L'il Shank, and I'm Cell Block
Psychopathic mutha fucka
Detroit's, infamous, Psychopatchic Rydas
BACK...10 feet deep up in that bitch ass
Fo Fo, Cell Block, L'il Shank, Full Clip, and Bullet
Ryden Dirty, mutha fuckaaaaaaa!
Like this
3) Nobody In Dis
All ya'll young mutha fuckers comin in the game
Think ya'll gonna change this shit
We the muthafuckin' Rydas bitch
That's mutha fuckin' Cell Block
That's Bullet
That's Lil' Shank
That's Foe Foe
And that's Full Clip
Thats five muthafuckin' Rydas for life bitch
Foe Foe bring the heat
When I speak I make the walls all crumble
Sittin' in the 655 with the bumble
Niggas haul off for a block of the cheese
Pop a weak nigga right in his knees
So will I die (bitch please)
Gettin G's by any means nessesary
That's why my cousin doin' time and my dogs got barried
Ya'll bitches is afraid of da game
Sittin' posted on the corner and sayin'
Makin' money fuck the fame
Insane in the brain and quick to pull a gat
So quick to lay your punk ass flat
I'm the poster boy for car jacks
And my name is Foe Foe
Anybody got a problem with me
Bring it to my door
And Im'ma let my gun unload
And watch tha back of your muthafuckin' head explode
I'm from tha streets where you hustle for your rep
Anbody wanna step they gon catch it you can bet
It ain't nobody in this game that hold it down like us
It ain't nobody in this game even close to us
It ain't nobody in this game that'll bust like us
It ain't nobody in this game nigga, game nigga
It ain't nobody in this game that hold it down like us
It ain't nobody in this game even close to us
It ain't nobody in this game that'll bust like us
It ain't nobody in this game nigga, game nigga
Bitch I'm Full Clip
But you can call me Dream Cast
Ahead of the game so far number 1 looks last
See tha gat blast, hear lead whistle by ya ear
Deaf by the sound, vision blinded by the glare
Of the dusted the fuck down in ice chips
Hatchet representin' in the window of the black
Fuck a grip and them bustas get no love
Rydas run this muthafucka throw ya hatchets up
Ain't nobody in this game worth speakin' about
Cause the Psychopathic Rydas always freakin' them out
We be like hustlin po po's and we slang them bobos
Leavin' muthafuckers missin' like the electrifyin Mojo
Killas don't talk but we be quick to lay them out
And then appear at your funeral like what you cryin' about
We dressin' up all in black, we pack a hoodie and attack
And leave you layin' on the floor like a gorrilla came in an broke your back
It ain't nobody in this game that hold it down like us
It ain't nobody in this game even close to us
It ain't nobody in this game that'll bust like us
It ain't nobody in this game nigga, game nigga
It ain't nobody in this game that hold it down like us
It ain't nobody in this game even close to us
It ain't nobody in this game that'll bust like us
It ain't nobody in this game nigga, game nigga
You couldn't see a fuckin' thug with a microscope
And there ain't a crew in the industry half as dope
As Rydas be Foe Foe on the side of me
Mashin' out of control and reachin' the vacinity
Witness real g's with real rythem and real rhyme
And we takin over hoods one block at a time
Well hold on before you fold up
And get loked that's when the niggas grab the sawed off
Time to set some shit off take a pull of the blunt
Hold the smoke till a muthafucka cough
Chinky eyed sittin' in a hoopty ride
Thinkin' to my SOMEBODY GONE' DIE!!
Now which one of ya'll wanna catch the slugs
I represent the unity of five heartless thugs
And we take what we want be it money or drugs
Can't nobody in da game even fuck with us
It ain't nobody in this game that hold it down like us
It ain't nobody in this game even close to us
It ain't nobody in this game that'll bust like us
It ain't nobody in this game nigga, game nigga
It ain't nobody in this game that hold it down like us
It ain't nobody in this game even close to us
It ain't nobody in this game that'll bust like us
It ain't nobody in this game nigga, game nigga
4) Never Gone Quit (Featuring Lil' Poot)
Whussup son
Thats right, Lil' Poot up in this piece fool!
Lil' Shank and Foe Foe reppin' the Ryda Clique
All my niggas that be puttin' it down
Smokin' and representin' your town
Black trucks with the bumps
Straight G shit
I'm a Ryde for life and we ain't never gonna quit
Will you ride with me
Smoke with me
Steady, blazin' weed, by the b-a-g'z
Cold G'z got your eyeballs spinnin', hoe winnin'
Flashin' me the tongue ring
Hopin' that she can get in
Low ryde with 2 hoes in the back
With the windows down so you can catch a contact
Watch your wig flip straight to the back
Like you witness the car jack
And somebody hit you with gat
Damn
Ain't no playas when we ryde
Ain't no body playin' when we ryde
Non smokers outside suckers
Lil Poot, Lil Shank and Foe Foe
Quick to slap a bitch
Quicker to burn some endo
Let it roll the windows up
And tell your bitch quit starin'
Cause she will get fucked
Foe Foe pumpin up the Ryda Clique
And anybody got a problem with it
Keep it in yur mouth and shit
Well my niggas that's puttin' it down
Smokin' and representin' your town
Black trucks with the bumps,
Straight G Shit
I'm a Ryde for life and we ain;t never gonna quit
Well my niggas that's puttin' it down
Smokin' and representin' your town
Black trucks with the bumps,
Straight G Shit
I'm a Ryde for life and we ain't never gonna quit
I'm a R-I-D-E for L-I-F-E
A P-I-M-P
Well I might be
But i'm a thug nigga, you can count on that
With the black khakis and chucks and a muthafuckin' ski mask
We blast, on bitches like you
We don't hafta have a reason
We just do what we do
And we do it so well
That we ain't never gonna stop
We get, swangin' things or unloadin' blocks
If the playa hatas on the other side wanna talk
This a message from the rydas
All of ya'll can eat a dick bitch
I'm a keep puffin' my weed and swangin' my sacks
And makin' underground chedda free of income tax
Foe Foe got my back like a muthafuckin' coat
And if you wanna fuck with us
I suggest that you don't
I'm a ryda bitch (You know it)
And if you the enemy
You get 40's poured out in your memory! (Biotch)
Well my niggas that's puttin' it down
Smokin' and representin' your town
Black trucks with the bumps,
Straight G Shit
I'm a Ryde for life and we ain't never gonna quit
Well my niggas that's puttin' it down
Smokin' and representin' your town
Black trucks with the bumps,
Straight G Shit
I'm a Ryde for life and we ain't never gonna quit
Well
Me and Foe Foe
We like ryden on your set
Leavin' enemies pumped up
And sidewalks wet
Ain't a neighborhood out there don't know me
I'm in a black navigator 2003
John Walsh couldn't see me on America's Most Wanted
I'll leave the muthafucker hangin' off a telephone post
Any stiches, you'll lose your tongue, you know the game
When the cops come, tou'll be tryin' to humm my name
I ain't never gonna quit, i'll ryde a black wheel chair
Pull off the strap and drop everybody here
Big Bang be the name sniffin' cane of titties
Got Rydas hot and bustin' up 57 seven cities
Now i'm only young started off servin' crack
On the street back in heat
Black hoodies and chucks
Black trucks with the fender
Slangin' that endo
Never gonna stop till they come and drop a killa down under
Well my niggas that's puttin' it down
Smokin' and representin' your town
Black trucks with the bumps,
Straight G Shit
I'm a Ryde for life and we ain't never gonna quit
Well my niggas that's puttin' it down
Smokin' and representin' your town
Black trucks with the bumps,
Straight G Shit
I'm a Ryde for life and we ain't never gonna quit
Went south back hit the door
Niggas hit the floor
Rydas jackin'
Smackin off suckers
Pistol whippin' busters
Ain't nobody trust ya
Punk muthafucka
Rydin' down the block
Black Trucks Steady Bumpin'
Hangin out the window and tryin to start somethin'
So why you actin hard and you think i'm by myself
Five niggas jump out, and beat yo ass to death (bitch)
Get the fuck out, hold up, wait a minute
Got the game unlocked, I ain't never gone quit
Fat flipper with a on top
My grease khakis come equipped with a gat
Come and get some nuts
Get slapped with a dick
Deep in the game I ain't never gone quit
Little Treezies, with bottles in the freezies
Psychopeezie leezie fo leezie, fo sheezie
Well my niggas that's puttin' it down
Smokin' and representin' your town
Black trucks with the bumps,
Straight G Shit
I'm a Ryde for life and we ain't never gonna quit
Well my niggas that's puttin' it down
Smokin' and representin' your town
Black trucks with the bumps,
Straight G Shit
I'm a Ryde for life and we ain't never gonna quit
5) Boom
6) Ride 2 Da End
I'ma thug
I'ma shoot
I'ma smoke
I'ma walk up on yo ass and bust yo ass in the eye
I'ma roll this blunt up
I'ma I'ma
Chorus:
I'ma ride 2 da end (end)
Ball till I fall (fall)
I'm on the hunt for tha papa
Gimme s'more
I gotta get mine (hey)
All about the currency (yea)
And let my thugs and mutha fuckin' rydas represent me (woop woop)
And ya betta blaze the weed
And pass that shit to me
And I'ma cock da gat
And hold it down for my family
We worldwide
Leaving ya hatin' bitches
On the curbside
Bleeding and needin' stiches
Bitches ya got ya mouth wide open
On the wed and all your hatin' and roastin
Gonna keep me braggin' and boastin'
This shit is coast to coast
And I'ma ball till I fall baby
While punk ass bitches
Spend they money on that car neday
You can't even picture me rollin'
Money follin'
In an Escalade with twinkies and it's
Probably stolen
Crack my Newports, open
And I'm smokin' for a lickin'
If you got it
And I want it
Then you hittin'
You and your bitch
Foe Foe
Mister Mean And Hateful
Mister Free to ride
You and your fam
Can burn the cradle
Who wanna smoke?
Who wanna ride wit me?
We runnin wit da Rydas
Till the E-N-D
And I'ma
Chorus
(Yayeah)
Hit the east side
Intended to get groovy
Cruisin down the Ave.
Lookin' for titties and booties
Guerellis grippin' twinkies
See me sparklin' and shinin'
I'm like a diamond
As I continue glidin'
The ass drops down
As I hit the switch again
Heads startin' turnin'
Cuz they see that Shank is perfen
And swervin'
Pimpin
Please understand that if these niggas act up
They get ta leavin' in an ambulance
I got my hand curved around a heata
And if your bitch is on my dick
Hell yea I wanna meet her
I'ma playa
You don't see them diamonds through the windshield?
I'm eatin' steak and shrimp while you bitches splitten happy meals
Don't get your cat peeled
Actin' hard
I got a bullet for you
And everybody in your backyard (What the fuck you looking at)
And bitch if you don't know
You better ask a friend
L'il Shank Mutha fucka, I'ma ryda till the end
Chorus
Do I gotta tell you how much
That this watch cost?
Or do I gotta tell you how much dope a nigga lost?
Tryin' to come up in the game
Make a name for myself
But when this block get hit
It's hella bad for ya health
Gotta get back on your feet
Hustle on the street
Minimum wage don't make enough for ends meet
What's up bitch?
The name's Cell Block, ho
And one question, do you like dick in the throat? (FUCK YEA)
I be rollin with the rydas
Iced out on the street
Gold chain around my neck
Brand new NIKE's on my feet
And we livin' up yo block
Nigga always wit a glock
And a sack fulla rocks
For them thieves on my jock
Keep rockin' skrilla
Paper chasin' never ends
I be 45 and still slangin' rocks out the benz
I'ma pimp by blood
And a Ryda 4 Life
And I'ma ride 2 da end
Dumpin' clips all night
Chorus X2
(rydas)
And let my thug and mutha fuckin' rydas represent me
Uh...Bullet in this bitch, Cell Block, Fo Fo, L'il Shank, Full Clip
And let my thug and mutha fuckin' rydas represent me
7) Bye Bye
Jumpsteady
Tom Dub
Patrick
Jason
Av Curt
Billy
Jeremy
Pickles
Steve
Barry
Mike E
Jesse
Mike C
Nathan
Stephen (Hooha hooha)
Eric
J Dirty
Nathan
Don Corleone
I blow ya throat piece off (hey)
And you gone spray blood everytime you cough
Cuz I'ma murderer (Like That)
And it's time your learned
If you dance with tha devil
Then yo ass get burned
Affiliation
Gang bang professional
Me and yo murda was intentional
Your momma gonna need theropy when you die
Cuz I'ma sever your head
And send yo momma yo eyiieaa
Who wanna test a mutha fucka
Bitch I'm the hardest
Nigga in the hood
Your rap part is my targets
I'm scopin' ya out
Red beam on yo forehead
Bodies don't play
I'm quick to leave ya dead
Bitch we ain't broke
We all about our cash
And that's an ole mutha fucka
Still talkin' trash
I pull tha gat out
And stick it in yo mouth
And why you niggas cryin'
The Rydas goin' all out
Chorus:
Bye Bye
These Rydas don't die
Bye Byie
C'mon killa come try
Bye Bye
Buckshot go boom
Bye Byie
Rydas in the room
Betta watch yo back
I got my gat cocked
Right between yo ass and let it fly
And watch your whole program drop
I give a fuck I'm like a hit man
Rydin' in trucks
And I be bustin' mutha fuckas
With these hot ass slugs
I sold drugs fo to long
Now I'm inta killin' shit
Into bustin' hollow into bitches
Who pop the helly lip
Ryda Clique
Fo Fo murdered the whole block
Burn that bitch down
Bitch ass niggas can eat a glock
I spark one to yo chest
Launch on the floor
Forty poured out in your memory
Whud you die for?
Tryin' ta score
Outta Full Clip's pocket
That's why your heart is pullin'
From the place of riot
Any side-runner tryin' to undercut a Ryda
Get blasted up and wild
Than Tracy Lorde's vagina
Cuz we wiser
Than yo average gang bang hustla
Kickin' up dust
When I bust
Ryde sumthin' ya
Chorus
Pucker up and kiss your ass goodbye
All you none Rydin' mutha fuckas
You can eat a dick and die
What you know about a thug?
What you know about a G?
You ain't a Ryda mutha fucka
You ain't shit to me
No matter what those otha niggas try to tell ya tho
Fuck you and yo skills
And yo jaw gettin' broke
If you ain't Fo Fo
Bullet or Cell Block
Full Clip or L'il Shank
You can eat a cock
Look at me
Gangsta, Khakis and last
Shotgun barrel to your mouth hole
Blast
Blow yo Adam's apple
Into apple sauce
Call yo momma
And tell her bout her horrible loss
But I guess...no...fuck
Fuck yo lud
Cuz I ran out
And I bail out in a black truck
I don't even wanna see yo face no more
I'ma rip it off and then punch your skull
Dumb mutha fucka
Bring an eight ball for Sherm
When you gonna learn
That a Ryda let his pistol burn
Contact a lawyer firm
And get your wig broke
Straps are flying
To yo head, legs, chest, and throat
Let it be known
To the rest of your bitch crew
Ain't no limitations
Shit...who we run through
You mutha fucka you
Kiss yo momma with two from my ride (BUCK BUCK BUCK)
Boom baby bye bye
Chorus
I see you bitches still don't know
I let the gat do that talkin'
When I'm balkin' at these punk ass hos
Catch ya slippin' in my gunzone (Yayeaa)
All alone
Wit my beam on the tip of yo nose
And there it goes blaugh
Shootin' bitches
For some back in the day
Try ta rat a nigga out
Now they buried away
Niggas gettin' carried away (bye bye)
On the strips
With the white sheet
Bitch ass nigga
Now ya bug me
797 797
We are high in the sky
We've located 5 suspects
They are heading east bound on 7 mile
They just crossed woodward
Please respond
797, this is coral police responding
We have units in pursuit at this time
Once the suspects are apprehended
We are going to suck their units
Over
Coral, this is 797
Be advised
If the suspects ejactulate
Save some for me
Over
8) Dem Bitches
Everybody wanna know who run
Bitch, you know who the fuck run it
We run it
We always have and always will mutha fucka, whut!
Chorus x2:
Who play dem bitches like a ball game
The rydas do
Who play dem bitches like they all the same
The rydas do
Who play dem bitches like some ole lays
The rydas do
Who ride them bitches like a subtrain
The the the rydas do
I play the chicken heads
The way the chicken heads should be playin'
Got no time to listen to the sqwakin' that they be sayin'
You can eat this dick up
Till these balls break the chinup
I really have no preference if you swallow or spit up
You'ze a trick bitch
I got no luv for a trick, bitch
Only good for suckin' and massagin on this dick bitch
Got no love fo bitches
Never did and never will
Catch me fuckin' chunky ass bitches
With them high heals
Dem bitches don't know
Bout this Detroit Mafia
Hoods and black trucks
Khakis and black chucks
I put a bullet hole
Dead in yo jeep
You'll find tha back of your head
Is scattered all up in the street (Blaugh)
Two reasons
Number one you'ze a trick
Number two you ask a lot about my personal shit
So tell me
Is you a mark?
Cuz I ain't takin' no chance
I'd rather blow your head off and have you shittin' in your pants
Chorus x2
There ain't a bitch in this world
That I give a fuck about
Know that
Right off the bat
I grab your girl
And tell her blow that
Rydas iz keeping true
We just wanna bust a nut
On yo titties, on yo face
Or on that fat ass dub, what?
Bitches talkin' like that shit's the shit
They wanna ride wit us
But they don't wanna ryde this dick, shit
Fo Fo, keep it real as I can
And if you wit me
Don't forget me
And just give up the ass
Biatch
Now who wanna fuck with a nigga that be maja
Always on the block, doin' ho's through my paga
Pimpin' on the regular
Steady slangin' rocks
Bitch, I'ma Ryda
And I keep the gun cocked
Fo any checky bitch
That wanna see me
The Rydas' real niggas
We one with the street
Where dem bitches
Der dem bitches
Eat up on a dick cuz you can't get wit us
Chorus x2
You can have a centipede hangin' out your pussy
I'ma still hit it raw, like gushy
Smooshy
Bitches betta recognize a Ryda
Bow down
And suckly we draggin' by yo foot and hangin' out my truck
Bumpy
See me on the corner
Swiggin' on some drank
If I show up at yo door
I expect to hit some pank
Gang affiliation
Meanin' everybodie's next to hit it
17 Rydas hit the pussy baby bitch admit it
9) There It Goes
Damn
Give it time man
I'ma be alright
It's fucked up
I'ma be alright
At least I got my rydas, tho
Yea
There it goes
Anotha casket dropped unda
In the midst of the rain and thunda
And I wonda
About that watchin' this risk
And why I didn't take that bitch
Anotha funeral
Third night this week
Everybody and they mamma catchin' slugs in the street
I know the reverend by name
He's like Bullet
It's your turn ta run ta Burger King
Mamma told me I had three strikes in life
When I was 18 I got a job at Mike's
Car wash
The place where the bitches be
Till I got mad and slapped Mike and his homie
They called the pig
Then they called my Pop's
I pissed on the vacuum in the back of the shop
It broke on out
Now the cops is on my tail
Cherry on the bitches (?)
If a nigga only fail (?)
Chorus x2:
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be Alright, but (There it goes)
I coulda been a doctor
Maybe even a president
Instead I slang dope
In a crackhouse resident
Raised in the strip
By pimps and O G's
Rock a girl with ADIDAS
Till the age of 13
Till I caught by the pigs
Slangin' bags and such
Had every last dopehead
Ridin' my nuts
Felt like I was on top of the world
What a head won't do for the bag of a white girl
I had T.V's and VCR's
Stereo systems and stolen cars
More throwaways in the bottom of the river
When I was hungry
Crackheads brought me dinner
I kept Trumph on my bankroll
If I met a fine bitch I'd put her on the stroll
Everything was straight till they raided my spot
Now a nigga on the run and the fever gettin' hot
Chorus x2
Where my one good last thing at
Used ta flippin' money on hos
Now it's smack
You should be a Ryda
Heh, picture that
Now where the fuck's my pipe
For the crack
No more hatchet rydas got my back
Got me a penetrate in my black Cadillac (AHHH)
There it goes
Or it seems
Until I woke up from my...
Dreamin' of the money and the cars
Ho's in the strip bars
Now I'm all alone
To buy a couple fallin' stars
On the bottom of the barrel
Lookin' for a hookup
And when it's all done
I watch everyone book up fast
Spendin' all my money
People hate my ass
And now I'm really out of cash
Keep your money and your friends tight
Leave dem ho's
Or you can wave it all bye nigga there it goes
Chorus x4
Oh an one more thang
I'ma be alright tho
I got my rydas wit me
10) Ryden Dirtay
These rydas to cool to ryde dirty
They Ryde Dirtay
See basically, uhh, everyday when you wake up in hood
You gotta look at yourself in the mirror
And make that decision
Either you gonn ride like a square
Or you gonna ride dirty like a Ryda
But Rydas are too cool for that shit
They Ryde Dirtay
You see
You might have 6, 7 bags heroin up in the mutha fuck glove box
Or maybe a brick of weed taped to the engine
I don't know what your preference is
Mutha fucka but ya better have your heat
And if the pig pull you over
You can't hesitate to pull off on his ass
15 black trucks baby
Rydin' in the roll
From the 7 Mile East to the southwest side
Slow
Final destination
Clark Park summertime
Where them bitches flaunt ass in the sunshine
I grip my wheel
I'm like the 4th truck back
L'il punch of perkasets
And a Kool-Aid pack
Diggin'
I'm tryin' not to spill the Rock and Rye
With the freekshow bump face twitch in my eye
Blowin' cane dust all up off the dash
Bullet quick out the yay for that night of cash
Ryden Dirtay
Till I flip this Birtay
But hey it's like
Everydaaay
Summer breeze
After I deliver these
I'ma take it eaz
In the Florida Keys
We'z gonna take time
Sippin' Carribean wine
With a twist of lime
In the sunshine
Chorus x2:
In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
I be makin' all them pay (Heeey)
In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
I be out ryden dirtay (Heeey)
We ryden deep and dirty
On the streets of the D
Duck ya head low
When you see me pull the heat
I'm comin' for your jewels
And all your fuckin' cash
So when you see us pull up
You better hit the gas
And mash all out of this district, bitch
Stay and become my next victim bitch
Cuz we rydin' down the street
Dumpin' out windows
And we don't give a fuck who we really hit tho
I'm rydin' dirty like a dirty low
I'm down with Bullet, Cell Block, Full Clip and that nigga Fo Fo
Mo money mo problems
Mo mutha fuckin' weight
Mo Ryda tagga reppin' with a can of black spray paint
I cross the line and put a K, you know
How we do when it come to them outside ho's
I'ma Ryda rydin' dirty
And that's how I do
And every nigga in my crew be the same way to
Chorus x2
Eight o'clock on the dot
Rydas at my door
Grab a bag of weed and a chrome pistol
Fo Fo wanna ryde and smoke till the day comes
And we ain't lookin' fo beef unless ya make some
Taste them ho's
And let the 20 inch rim roll
I'm out of control
Rydin' Dirty in my low low
We just lookin' for that Barbeque
With a l'il drank, a l'il weed
And that bitch with you
WOOP WOOP
Look up in the rear view
Shit, man
It's the pigs in blue
Start to get laid up str8 tho
It's officer Ham fucker cop on the payroll
As he approaches
I roll down the window
Here we go
Two grams of heroin and some indo
Get the fuck on
Filthy pig
That's the beneficials
Of Ryden Dirty
There ain't no sunshine
When ya dirty rydin'
Always creepin'
Slidin' Hidin'
Make Ya drops
Shake a Cop
Give a dap to the Devil
And ya take your dop
The feelin' is good when the deed is done
Home free and ya didn't have to kill no one
Lucky you ain't dead
You played the game
Rydin' Dirtay boy I tell ya
Ain't nothin' the same
Chorus x2
You see I'm an old school dirty ryda
I used to have a mutha fuckin' ice cream truck
That I'd slang my bags from
Yea you might get a mold, and bag of chips and nice pop from me mutha fucka
And all the mutha fuckas in the hood knew it
When they see the mutha fucka come jinglin' up the block
They knew it was comin'
Sweet time (heeey)
11) Ryde Out
12) Thumpin
13) Murder Follows Me
When I sit back
Thank to myself
How mutha fuckin fucked up
The World has become
It seem like violence, is the only things us mutha fuckas know nowaday
Every time I turn around
Everywhere I look
It's anotha mutha fucka killin' anotha mutha fucka
And that's some mutha fuckin' fucked up shit, mutha fucka (Fuck right)
Murder follows me wherever I go
Just the other day
Somebody shot they school up
At least that's what I been hearing everytime I turn the news up
My momma said that there'd be shit like this
I never seen it
C'mon and hit on my blunt and reminice
Now I ask myself
Is there a way to make it stop
A way to make the gats not pop
And is it possible
For me to live the way I need to live
For me to get what I need to get
And give all that I need to give
My situations getting major by the second
That fool that shot his whole school up
Just turned eleven (Whaaa?)
And ain't no body even thinkin' bout it
And for that I hope that every time you sleep you have a dream about it
Up in my hood it's like a warzone
If somebody got a problem with somebody
They don't last long
I seem 'em dyin' every god damn day
And the worst thing about it
I don't think it's shit
I just say it
So a...
The way of my love
Is like ultra man meets the sun
I need to be killin' someone
I won't go 2 days without fillin' some graves
Drag 'em in the sewers
My underground caves
I kill a bitch and then hide in my trunk
Except if they come and find me
I will cry like a punk
I just look into the camera
And say mamma I'm sorry
But it's all your fault
You never bought me atari
Murder follows me
Everywhere that I turn
Psychopathic Rydas
But we never seem to learn
I just attract mad love
Wit my black trucks and black chucks
And what's up
Since I'm strictly givin' no fucks
Murder's on my tail
I don't think I'm gonna last
I'ma leave my lip fatter
Than Rikishi ass
If I get chance
I can't resist that dance
With the devil
I'm on another level
Underneath the gravel
I'm just a thang that go bump in the night
And that bump be the back of your head off a lead pipe (a lead pipe)
I'm relaxed feelin good
Knowin' I'ma mutha fuckin' menace to my neighborhood
Murder
I take it, break it down, and analyze it
Manslaughter, murder one, murder two, can't hide it
Everywhere I go vSomebody try and take me
Pistol out my pocket, and I cock it and make 'em history
And there I go
Wizzle, third body today
This how I killin' mutha fuckas
Won't go away
I leave trails every time I walk down the street
Bystanders hoes and dealers stretched out bloody
Leave no traces
And even the cops is paid off
Ain't tryin to see encarceration
Makes ya soft
16 in the clip
Runnin' the chamber jello
Maybe it's all in my brain
But it seems like murder follows
Shit's crazy in the ghetto
Every motha fuckin' day
A nigga on parol
Now I gotta find a way
Ta get back on my feet
Gotta call Lil Shank up
Walkin' to the crib
Saw nigga get throat cut
Blood rushed out
As the nigga started coughin'
Ain't shit a nigga could do
I kept walkin'
Got to the crib
Then I put the call in
The homie told me meet me at 9
We get to ballin'
Get my chucks on
Headed back on the block
Got to tha corner
See anotha sucka get shot
Look like he caught heat from an AK
Semi-auto aint no escape when bullets spray
The young brotha took like six in the chest
One str8 shot lay the little kid to rest
And the little girl looks to be about ten
Somebody got to tell her ma that she'll never see her again
Everywhere we go from the suburbs to the hoods of the ghetto
Where the little niggas grow
I used to be a little nigga myself
And learn quick
Momma insisted that they focus on my mutha fuckin' wealth
All I had was my dogs
And my ma's kept it tight
Tell me, "Shank do momma proud and do somthin' with ya life"
Don't waste your time tryin' to be anotha useless thug
Locked up like your cuzin tryin' to sell some drugs
Your the only one left in this family tree
Anotha year past
Now my momma 53
And ain't a damn thing changed in my life at all
Stickin' niggas for they paper
Make my bank a cap tall
And perhaps a mutha fucka catch a slug in the chest
He not a trooper
If he was, he woulda had a fuckin' vest
I ain't got time to consider
The right thing to do
Besides the right thing to do don't always pay for bills and food (echo) |
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