Yeah, what the hell you know about the Rydas? Black
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trucks and hoods bitch!! Shit, you better check that,
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hell...
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Yo! I'm a killa
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Cap peela
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Other bitches is wack, but Rydas are for rilla
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Gimme all your skrilla
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Your keys to your ride
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Tell your bitch to leave her purse with the wallet
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inside
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Ain't no frontin'
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When Cell Block starts dumpin'
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Through your neighborhood our black trucks be bumpin'
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Watch your mouth, peep game, and learn somethin'
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Nigga, check nuts, 'cause I'm killin' ova nuttin'
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Now I be ridin' with my shotty
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A fifth of Bicardi
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My nose snotty
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In the party
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Intentions to levitate her body
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Give a fuck who he with or who he know
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Let the barrel blow
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Or a quarrel know
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Over somethin' that he borrowed, no
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Do the math
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On the warpath
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Makin' predictions to the body count
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I even blast a hotty now
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Sprayin' couples 'cause I loved you
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So fuck you
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I don't gang bang 'cause I'm strugglin'
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Bee-yatch!! Yo I'm a killa ova nuttin'
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Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
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Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!
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Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
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Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!
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Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
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Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!
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Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
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Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!
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Now I knew this bitch, yo, she used to love me
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Buffin' on my pickle, peace, everything was lovely
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Forties and Swishers delivered to my doorstep
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Early in the mornin', neden on my woodpeck
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Livin' lavish, every call beckoned on
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I'm the big Full Clip and bitches all pause, anyway,
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with no reason for drama
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I killed that muthafuckin' bitch and her mama
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Still doin' drive-bys and leavin' hoes for dead
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Mislead
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Is what my homeboy said
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I ain't no bitch hoe, end your life on G.P.
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With ya whole family
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On the lawn staring at me
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And I could could give a fuck, get to lookin' at my
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gat
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Get to feindin' like a basehead, to leave you hoes
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flat
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Two-Gats got my back
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Killa ova nuttin', that's a fact
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Get out my face or get it slapped, bitch
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Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
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Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!
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Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
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Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!
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Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
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Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!
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Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
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Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!
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I was born with the biggest chip on my shoulder
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I killed little kids and took they strollers
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I'm older, tie you up instead
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And blow red lettuce out the side of your head
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(pa-tow!!)
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You could die any minute
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Turn your back, and get a hollow point slug in it
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You bit it
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Over nuttin' at all
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Now they serve peanuts out your skull
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At barbecues
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I been wonderin' what the fuck you been lookin' at
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You know it ain't no thang for me to get my gat
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And blow holes in your frame till you look like an
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afgan
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Body collapsed, soul fly like Peter Pan
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Lil' Shank from the hood, raised in bad ways
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Peel your fuckin' cap 'cause I'm havin' a bad day
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Hey, you can be a thug if you want to
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But I'ma be a Ryda bitch, so fuck you!
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Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
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Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!
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Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
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Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!
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Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
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Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!
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Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
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Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!
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Killa Ova Nuttin'
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| Psychopathic Rydas |
