Psychopathic Rydas up in that bitch ass, fucka deep When you see us coming, turn the around And get the on Lil on these fools
I drop gangsta With my click And on the otherside Suck my Now with my gangsta And gangsta I gangsta shit I talk Now what you mutha know bout a Ryda in black? Who be invested all his chedda on these and gats I got to bring the fuckin' drama whenever Who wanna shit, where it's at, bitch whatever Who wanna test me, get your wig pushed back Me and my four Ryda homies ready for the And if ya we coming full You grab your grip Cause Lil and the Rydas On gangsta shit (mutha fucka!)
(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 Y'all ass niggas actin' like you know a mu-fucka Rydin' n my shit Bitch thug Bitch, this 4 life mutha fucka Bullet, let these mutha fuckas know
Look at my It's like bump bump Psychopathic Dump dumpin' jumpin up, everybody's runnin' King Ryda Daddy comin Strompin on Crushin' on Can I be at one from a Ryda, (heeey) I don't respect set Fuck hood Fuck your mamma And ya I could, bitch I leave you missin like Gats (ugh) Lost deep in a cave wit dem rats and My is Bullet Soul gonna pierce brain Sever your spine and leave limbs dinglin' 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) married to the game and we to quit
Man, for all you bitch ass niggas out there talkin and sayin' shit Y'all need to do us all a mutha fuckin' the fuck up! Full Clip, fuck these
(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 to the West Side And in between We seen Unless we in a dress and black trunks Foot thick rolls
We the hardest Kickin' gangsta Any that oppose can eat a fat dick I'm out fo the So bitches freeze And when we on yo 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 lyin on the And wait with the Rydas to end the law (Psychopatchic!)
(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
From Chicago's south To Fifth Ward Watts, Central All of shit, on and on We it all The The Foe Foe, wit it man.
Bitch, you learnt? don't die Foe Foe Smokin' choke and stayin' All you ho's get your up Put your petty up The Rydas the safe And all the shit the mattress Drop, get on the Don't me have to get yo ho's Cause if I do they'll find your body in another time Mind blown this gangsta shit (gangsta) Have your whole blown ta bits Then fuck your I'm on thug shit On the corner, hustle drug shit Rydin' my homies Bustin' shots at punk ass (blah!!!) Ain't nobody like us We to bust We love da And watch you gush
(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
Yea bitch, married to the fucking game! That's some gangsta shit, mutha faacko That's Bullet, Foe Foe, Clip, Lil' Shank, and I'm Cell Block Psychopathic fucka (Ye-ah!)
Detroit's, infamous, Psychopatchic Back...10 feet deep up in that ass Foe Foe, Cell Block, Lil' Shank, Clip, and Bullet Ryden Dirty, fuckaaa! dis