Psychopathic Rydas up in bitch ass, mutha fucka deep When you see us coming, the fuck around And get the on Lil Speak on these
I gangsta shit my gangsta click And everybody on the Suck my Now with my gangsta And walk I spit shit Everytime I Now what you mutha fuckas know a Ryda in black? Who be invested all his chedda on these trees and I got ammunition to the fuckin' drama whenever Who wanna talk shit, where it's at, whatever Who test me, simply get your wig pushed back Me and my four Ryda homies for the attack And if ya we coming full You better grab grip Lil Shank and the Rydas On some shit (mutha fucka!)
(Whut!) (Whut!) Where you at We be out the cut all Gangsta all Gangsta shit, (and we) married to the and we hates to quit bitch ass niggas actin' like you know a mu-fucka Rydin' n fuckin' my I'ma thug Bitch, this shit 4 life mutha Bullet, let these mutha know summ
Look at my It's like bump bumpin' Ryda Dump dumpin' Jump jumpin up, everybody's King Kong Ryda comin Strompin on on hogs Can I be at one from a Ryda, (heeey) I don't respect set your hood Fuck baby mamma And ya I could, bitch I leave you like Twin Gats (ugh) Lost deep in a cave wit dem rats and My name is gonna pierce your brain Sever your spine and leave your limbs Dis is shit, this is all I know So when I show up, open the safe and hit the (Yayeah!)
(Whut!) (Whut!) Where you at We be out the cut all Gangsta all Gangsta shit, (and we) to the game and we hates to quit
Man, for all you bitch ass niggas out talkin loud Friendly and shit Y'all need to do us all a mutha favor the fuck up! Full Clip, fuck niggas
(dump) (blaugh) (whistle) Pop (pop) That be the Psychopathic at the Moma Cop And it don't stop, fizzle Sprung get popped with a swizzle greasy Fo We tha D East to the Side And in between We seen Unless we in a code Hoods and trunks Foot thick rolls
We the clique Kickin' shit Any bitches oppose can eat a fat dick I'm out fo the So bitches better And we on yo block go and call the police Fool, I get out the corner, the heat from my waist the hammer back and let one go in yo face And leave yo mutha fuckin body on the floor And wait the Rydas to end with the law (Psychopatchic!)
(Whut!) (Whut!) Where you at We be out the cut all Gangsta all Gangsta shit, (and we) married to the and we hates to quit
From Chicago's side To Fifth Ward Watts, Central All of shit, on and on We it all The The Foe Foe, wit it man.
Bitch, you learnt? Rydas die Foe Foe Smokin' and stayin' high All you ho's get your up Put petty cash up The Rydas want the And all the under the mattress Drop, get on the Don't make me have to get yo Cause if I do they'll your body in another time zone blown with this gangsta shit (gangsta) Have whole block blown ta bits Then your bitch I'm on thug shit On the corner, sell drug shit Rydin' with my Bustin' shots at ass kids (blah!!!) Ain't nobody game us We love to We love da And watch you gush
(Whut!) (Whut!) Where you at We be out the cut all Gangsta all Gangsta shit, (and we) married to the and we hates to quit
Yea bitch, married to the fucking game! That's some real shit, mutha faacko That's Bullet, Foe Foe, Full Clip, Shank, and I'm Cell Block Psychopathic mutha (Ye-ah!)
Detroit's, infamous, Psychopatchic Back...10 feet deep up in bitch ass Foe Foe, Cell Block, Shank, Full Clip, and Bullet Ryden Dirty, fuckaaa! dis