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Psychopathic Rydas up in bitch ass, mutha fucka
deep
When you see us coming, turn the fuck
And get the on
Lil
Speak on these

I drop shit
my gangsta click
And on the otherside
Suck my
Now my gangsta ways
And gangsta
I gangsta shit
I talk
Now what you mutha fuckas know bout a Ryda in
Who be all his chedda on these trees and gats
I got ammunition to the fuckin' drama whenever
Who wanna talk shit, where it's at, bitch
Who test me, simply get your wig pushed back
Me and my four Ryda homies ready for the
And if ya we coming full
You better your grip
Cause Lil Shank and the
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 game and we hates to
bitch ass niggas actin' like you know a mu-fucka
Rydin' n fuckin' my
Bitch I'ma
Bitch, this 4 life mutha fucka
Bullet, let mutha fuckas know summ

at my craw
It's like bump bumpin'
Ryda
Dump dumpin'
jumpin up, everybody's runnin'
King Ryda Daddy
Bullet-Zilla's
Strompin on
on hogs
Can I be at one a Ryda, dogg? (heeey)
I don't respect set
Fuck hood
Fuck your baby
And ya know I could,
I you missin like Twin Gats (ugh)
deep in a cave wit dem rats and bats
My name is
Soul gonna your brain
Sever spine and leave your limbs dinglin'
Dis is shit, this is all I know
So I show up, open the safe and hit the floor (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 out there talkin loud
Friendly and shit
Y'all need to do us all a mutha favor
Shut the up!
Clip, fuck these niggas

(dump)
(blaugh)
(whistle)
Pop (pop)
That be the Psychopathic Rydas at the Cop
And it don't stop, fizzle
Sprung legs get with a swizzle greasy
Fo
We tha D
East to the West
And in between
We never
we in a dress code
Hoods and black
Foot thick rolls

We the hardest
Kickin' gangsta
Any bitches that oppose can eat a fat
I'm out fo the
So better freeze
And when we on yo block go and call the
Fool, I get out the corner, pull the heat from my
Cock the hammer back and let one go in yo
And leave yo mutha body lyin on the floor
And with 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 game and we hates to

From Chicago's south
To Houston's Fifth
Watts, Central
All of shit, on and on
We it all
The
The
Foe Foe, wit it man.

Bitch, you ain't
don't die
Foe Foe
Smokin' and stayin' high
All you get your hands up
Put your cash up
The Rydas want the
And all the shit under the
Drop, get on the
make me have to get yo ho's
Cause if I do find your body in another time zone
Mind blown with this shit (gangsta)
your whole block blown ta bits
Then your bitch
I'm on thug shit
On the corner, hustle sell shit
Rydin' my homies
Bustin' shots at punk ass (blah!!!)
Ain't nobody game us
We to bust
We da rust
And you blood 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 motha game!
That's some real shit, mutha faacko
That's Bullet, Foe Foe, Clip, Lil' Shank, and I'm Cell Block
mutha fucka (Ye-ah!)

Detroit's, infamous, Rydas
Back...10 feet up in that bitch ass
Foe Foe, Cell Block, Lil' Shank, Full Clip, and
Dirty, mutha fuckaaa!
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