Psychopathic Rydas - k**a Ova Nuttin' lyrics

Yeah, what the hell you know about the Rydas? Black trucks and hoods b**h!! sh**, you better check that, hell... Yo! I'm a k**a Cap peela Other b**hes is wack, but Rydas are for rilla Gimme all your skrilla Your keys to your ride Tell your b**h 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' n***a, check nuts, 'cause I'm k**in' 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 f** 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 f** you I don't gang bang 'cause I'm strugglin' Bee-yatch!! Yo I'm a k**a ova nuttin' k**a ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed! Wettin' mothaf**as up over anything! Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down! Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town! k**a ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed! Wettin' mothaf**as up over anything! Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down! Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town! Now I knew this b**h, 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 b**hes all pause, anyway, with no reason for drama I k**ed that muthaf**in' b**h and her mama Still doin' drive-bys and leavin' hoes for dead Mislead Is what my homeboy said I ain't no b**h hoe, end your life on G.P. With ya whole family On the lawn staring at me And I could could give a f**, get to lookin' at my gat Get to feindin' like a basehead, to leave you hoes flat Two-Gats got my back k**a ova nuttin', that's a fact Get out my face or get it slapped, b**h k**a ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed! Wettin' mothaf**as up over anything! Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down! Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town! k**a ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed! Wettin' mothaf**as 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 k**ed 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 f** 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 f**in' cap 'cause I'm havin' a bad day Hey, you can be a thug if you want to But I'ma be a Ryda b**h, so f** you! k**a ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed! Wettin' mothaf**as up over anything! Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down! Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town! k**a ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed! Wettin' mothaf**as up over anything! Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down! Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!