Psychopathic Rydas up in that bitch ass, mutha fucka
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Trigga deep
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When you see us coming, turn the fuck around
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And get the fuck on
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Lil Shank
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Speak on these fools
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I drop gangsta shit
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With my gangsta click
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And everybody on the otherside
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Suck my dick
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Now with my gangsta ways
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And gangsta walk
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I spit gangsta shit
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Everytime I talk
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Now what you mutha fuckas know bout a Ryda in black?
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Who be invested all his chedda on these trees and gats
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I got ammunition to bring the fuckin' drama whenever
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Who wanna talk shit, where it's at, bitch whatever
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Who wanna test me, simply get your wig pushed back
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Me and my four Ryda homies ready for the attack
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And if ya think we coming full
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You better grab your grip
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Cause Lil Shank and the Rydas
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On some gangsta shit (mutha fucka!)
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Rydas (Whut!)
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Ryda (Whut!)
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Where you at y'all?
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We be dumpin out the cut
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It's all
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Gangsta Shit
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It's all
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Gangsta shit, (and we) married to the game and we hates to quit
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Y'all bitch ass niggas actin' like you know a mu-fucka
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Rydin' n fuckin' my shit
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Bitch I'ma thug
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Bitch, this shit 4 life mutha fucka
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Bullet, let these mutha fuckas know summ
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Look at my craw
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It's like bump bump bumpin'
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Psychopathic Ryda
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Dump dump dumpin'
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Jump jumpin up, everybody's runnin'
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King Kong Ryda Daddy
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Bullet-Zilla's comin
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Strompin on crabs
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Crushin' on hogs
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Can I be at one from a Ryda, dogg? (heeey)
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I don't respect your set
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Fuck your hood
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Fuck your baby mamma
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And ya know I could, bitch
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I leave you missin like Twin Gats (ugh)
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Lost deep in a cave wit dem rats and bats
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My name is Bullet
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Soul gonna pierce your brain
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Sever your spine and leave your limbs dinglin'
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Dis is gangsta shit, this is all I know
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So when I show up, open the safe and hit the floor (Yayeah!)
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Rydas (Whut!)
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Rydas (Whut!)
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Where you at y'all?
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We be dumpin out the cut
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It's all
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Gangsta Shit
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It's all
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Gangsta shit, (and we) married to the game and we hates to quit
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Man, for all you bitch ass niggas out there talkin loud
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Friendly and sayin' shit
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Y'all need to do us all a mutha fuckin' favor
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Shut the fuck up!
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Full Clip, fuck these niggas
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Dump (dump)
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Blaugh (blaugh)
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Whistle (whistle)
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Pop (pop)
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That be the Psychopathic Rydas at the Moma Cop
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And it don't stop, fizzle cleazay
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Sprung legs get popped with a swizzle greasy
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Fo Sheezy
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We represents tha D
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East to the West Side
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And everything in between
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We never seen
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Unless we in a dress code
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Hoods and black trunks
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Foot thick bank rolls
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We the hardest clique
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Kickin' gangsta shit
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Any bitches that oppose can eat a fat dick
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I'm out fo the money
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So bitches better freeze
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And when we on yo block go and call the police
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Fool, I get out the corner, pull the heat from my waist
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Cock the hammer back and let one go in yo face
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And leave yo mutha fuckin body lyin on the floor
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And wait with the Rydas to end with the law (Psychopatchic!)
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Rydas (Whut!)
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Ryda (Whut!)
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Where you at y'all?
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We be dumpin out the cut
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It's all
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Gangsta Shit
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It's all
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Gangsta shit, (and we) married to the game and we hates to quit
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From Chicago's south side
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To Houston's Fifth Ward
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Watts, South Central
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All of that shit, on and on
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We want it all
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The underground
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The overground
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Foe Foe, come wit it man.
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Bitch, you ain't learnt?
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Rydas don't die
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Foe Foe representin'
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Smokin' choke and stayin' high
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All you ho's get your hands up
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Put your petty cash up
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The Rydas want the safe
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And all the shit under the mattress
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Drop, get on the floor
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Don't make me have to get yo ho's
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Cause if I do they'll find your body in another time zone
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Mind blown with this gangsta shit (gangsta)
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Have your whole block blown ta bits
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Then fuck your bitch
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I'm on some thug shit
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On the corner, hustle sell drug shit
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Rydin' with my homies
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Bustin' shots at punk ass kids (blah!!!)
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Ain't nobody game like us
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We love to bust
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We love da rust
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And watch you blood gush
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Rydas (Whut!)
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Ryda (Whut!)
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Where you at y'all?
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We be dumpin out the cut
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It's all
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Gangsta Shit
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It's all
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Gangsta shit, (and we) married to the game and we hates to quit |