Psychoapthic rydas..
Mother f**er.. ownin detriot
Rydas b**h! get yo motherf**in hands up
From new york.. to LA...
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RYDAS ride out
(mother f**er!)
RYDAS ride out
(whut!)
RYDAS ride out
(Yeahhh boyeee)
RYDAS ride out
MOTHER fu*kER!
We be the dick and vagina hiders
From the back sidas, psychopathic rydas
Whitey tites ain't tighta
We be the cheeba rollers
Along with crissy guzzlers
b**h motherf**er smoke up
Natural born street hustlas
We be the hatchet sporterz
Stick up kid supporters
In the keys of florida
Makin deals on morotolas
We be draped in platinum gold
Jet black rolls, more royce than rolls can hold
Po-po on pay roll
We be the holders at snub stops
No doubt stick you up
Make out the back route
And ride out!
While other b**hes seem about it
The rydas on the street
And we be about it
Check to see and we find
The mad bank roll with the rubber band
If you a ryda then you like my f**in brother man
So lets get this chedder and do these thangs we gotta do
Find a chicken head that the whole crew can run through
Sippin on the crissy till the bottle lookin low
Send the same freak b**h to the motherf**in store
Then we ride out, b**h you know its all the same
When you f**in wit the ballers hoe you can keep the change!
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Ryden on folks dont come with no b**h sh**
b**h sh**, you shoulda known you can't f** with
n***as from the hood ain't about talkin sh**
They about robbin s**as
And emptin clips
In the mouth of a b**h
Who ain't actin right
Who any b**h made n***a dont wanna fight
With 5 true rydas high flow providers
2 south westaz
3 east sidaz (east siiiddeee!)
10 o clock rydin down the s**as with the heat
Out the window, b**h, steady blazin indo
Take a puff and pa** it to my homies (right here right here)
co*k the gat and unload on all on you phonies
Catch a slug ho, splaterin your blood ho
Grave get dug b**h it ain't no love, ho!
My name is bullet
Probably what is known as a gangsta
Shackin up in the hide out
And when I ride out
I put an eye out
I'm in a black truck bumpin down the block
Windows tinted
Nothin but a gat hangin out!
Boyz in the hood, I be that cat in the back seat
Eyes buggin wide with the skully brandishin heat
You hear my pitter patter from a mile away
Head chunks still fallin down the followin day
I be the maniac! (yeahh)!
Hidin out on the roof
Bustin shots at cops
For my ryda dogs (woof!)
Anybody wanna see me
Bring a magnifying gla**
Cuz I hide in the shadows
And bust a cap in your a**
I'll be the k**a
Youll see me o the 10 o clock news
I put the barrel to your chest and blow your feet out your shoes!
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You better ride out
Before we get to slide out
Heat that we pull out
Unload the smoke out
Rydas dumpin clips
b**hes run for cover
When we on your block
Duck low, motherf**er! (nice!)
I won't even think twice
About buckin the vice
You wanna bang with the berries
Be prepared to pay the price (POW!)
I walk up and blow a hole in your face
Before your body even hits the floor
I'm gone without a trace
Cuz I'm slippery
When I do my trickery
Its like hickery dickory dock
When I co*k the Glock
Psychopathic ryda hidin out
Spark a wet ciggerate
Start the blazer up and ride out!
Low ridin out like ridemous prime
And all the b**hes in the skies better open their eyes
Before the trigger happy rydas
Roll out in the black trucks
Keep my name outa your mouth and tell em
Shut the f** up
Ryda love to the e-n-d
We constantly jackin your beats
And bankin all your cheese, please
Buckle your knees take your car keys
? your beats in your whip b**h, ride out on these!!!
MOTHER fu*kER
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