Psychopathic Rydas
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Yah Yah
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Mothafucka
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We own Detroit
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Bitch, put you mothafuckin' hands up
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Detroit, New York, LA, Florida, Boston
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Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)
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Rydas ryde out (Whut)
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Rydas ryde out (Yeah boy)
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Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)
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We be the dick and vagina hiduz
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From the back siders
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Psychopathic Rydas
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Whitey tighties ain't tighter
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We be the cheeva rollers
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One more, we creezy guzzlers
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Bitch mothafucka
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Smoke us natural born street hustlas
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We be the hatchet sporters
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Stink of kiss supporters
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In the Keys of Florida
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Makin' deals on Motorolas (yea)
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We be drapin' platinum, gold
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Jet-black Roles
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My rice and rolls can hold
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Po-po on payroll
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We be the holders of stub stops
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No doubt
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Stick you up, make out the back
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Drop and ride out
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While other bitches dream about
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The Rydas be on the street
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And we be about it
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Check to see if I demand bankroll
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With a rubber band
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If you a Ryda, then you like my fuckin' brother-man
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So now let's get this cheddar
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And do the things we gotta do
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Find a chicken head
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That the whole crew can run thru
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Sippin' on the crissy
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Until the bottle lookin' low
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Send the same freak bitch
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To the mothafuckin' store (Take yo ass to the store)
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Then we ride out
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Bitch, you know it's all the same
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When you fuckin' with them ballers ho
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You can keep the change (ching)
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Rydas ryde out (Whut)
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Rydas ryde out (Yeah boy)
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Rydas ryde out (Whut)
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Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)
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Rydin' old golds don't come with no big shit big Shit
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You shoulda know you can't fuck wit
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Niggas from the hood
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They ain't about talkin' shit
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They about robbin' suckas
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And emptin' clips
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In the mouth of a bitch who ain't actin't right
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To any bitch-made nigga, you don't wanna fight
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With five true Rydas
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Hot flow providers
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Two southwesters, three eastsiders (Eastsiede!)
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Cell Block runnin' down sucka with the heat
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Out the window bitch (Blah)
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Steady blazin' indo
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Take a puff and pass it to my homies (Right here, right hea!)
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Cock that gat and unload on all you phonies (Plah!)
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You catch a slug ho
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Splatterin' ya blood ho
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Grave get dug bitch
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It ain't no low-low
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My name is Bullet (zeom)
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I be what is known as a gangsta
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Shackin' up in the hide-out
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And when I ride out
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I put an eye out
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I'm in a black truck
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Bumpin' down the block
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windows tinted
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Nuttin' but a gat hangin' out (Blahow)
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Boyz n da hood
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I'll be the cat in the back seat
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Eyes buggin' wide
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With the skully branishin' heat
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Ya hear my pitter patter from a mile away
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Head choke still fallin' down the following day
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I be the maniac (Yea!)
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Hidin' out on the roof
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Bustin' shots at cops for my Rydas dawgs (Whoof!)
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Anybody wanna see me
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Bring a magnifyin' glass
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Cuz I hide in the shadows
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And bust a cap in you ass
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I be the killer (Bluah)
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You see me on the ten o'clock news
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I'll put a barrel to your chest
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And blow ya feet right out ya shoes
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Rydas ryde out (Whut)
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Rydas ryde out (Yeah boy)
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Rydas ryde out (Whut)
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Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)
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You better ride out
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Before we get the slide out
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Heat that we roll out
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Unload the smoke out (Blahow)
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Rydas dumpin' clips
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Bithces run for cover
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When we on your block
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Duck low mothafucka (Nice!)
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I won't even think twice about buckin' the vice (Blahow)
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You wanna bang with the berries
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Be prepared to pay the price (Blahow)
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I'll walk up and blow a hole in you face
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Before your body even hit the floor (haha)
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I'm gone without a trace because
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I'm slippery, trickery
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It's like hickery, dickery, dock
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When I cock the glock
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Psychopathic Ryda hidin' out (what)
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It's like a wet cigarette
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Start the Blazer up and ride out
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Ride low, ride now
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Like Riderman's prime
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And all them bitches in the skies
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Better open they eyes
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Before the trigga-happy Rydas
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Roll out in the black truck
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Keep my name out of your mouth
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And tell 'em to shut the fuck up (fuck up)
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Ryda love until the E-N-D
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We constentantly
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Checkin' your beats
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And bankin' on your cheese
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Please
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Buckle your knees
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Take you car keys (Errt)
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Bumpin' to beats in your whip
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Bitch, ride out on these (mothafucka)
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Rydas ryde out (Whut) |