Psychopathic Rydas Dumpin'

1.Dumpin'

Yeah mutha fucka you got the album
now meet Bullet,Foe Foe,Cell Block, Full Clip,an Im' Lil' Shank
this Psychopathic Rydas mothafucker
cut em' all up with the bustas found
pop pop popty pop dat be the sound
Lowdown with the master hump(bump bump)
Block you with the master pump(dump dump)
Jump jump go to town with the rydas on
Pump pump go the bucket when the target is on
At the funeral your dead but that ain't nothin
the best badass bullet be dumpin
from the east side out to the southwest
psychopathic rydas puttin slugs in your chest
bitch,don't anybody move heads down
you don't wanna see me clown (muthafucka)
(CHORUS 2x)psychopathic rydas dumpin'
psychopathic rydas heyy

We doin drivebys on freestyle bikes
I hit a wheely on a motorbus out on site
I give a fuck bitch,talk shit an get clipped
Knock your fuckin teeth through your lip(yea)
Actin wild as fuck cuz my jam came on
An you know thug niggas got to sing that song
I got 18 shots,an I won't miss once
All black trucks with the bumps
Shootin out the window
Every single time the wind blows
blazin up anotha bag of Indo
Foe Foe be the alias
Run up on your bare bitches so your scared of us (westside)
(CHORUS 4x)
Ima pull my trigger an peel your cap
My money runnin low an I need my sack
Yo six four is bumpin' an I need me a ride
lean to the right lane then I slide
lay yo ass out on the cold cement
before I dump in that ass
ima scream i said see im a ryda
oh see
muthafuckas like me
we don't give a fuck
its like what what
you wanna come steppin then I have to see ya
open ya open and burning like a case of goneria
From some old dirtybitch that you were humpin
An' bumpin' like my gauge
Bitchass we dumpin
(CHORUS 4x)
Stick ya mothafucka hands up
Got to have my cot close your eyes im finna'to dump
comin out the register with all that green an' cheddar cheese
somethin soemthin nigga please
move fast bloody cashon the floor gotta make my way to the
fuckin door
got em make my way to the hideout who done it yea they tryin to
findout now
im on the street with my swerves
cops ,tryin to get me cuz im on the swerve
but im a clever muthafucka will never catch me
and if they come my direction, they gon' catch these DUMPIN!


2.Skrilla 4 Rilla

Skrilla 4 Rilla, money aint a thang
cables links, ropes and chains
Skrilla 4 Rilla, money aint a thang
Swayed, leather, gators, and caines
Skrilla 4 Rilla, money aint a thang
Super fly ho's with a nose for G's
Skrilla 4 Rilla money aint a thang
Black trucks rollin on triple gold-d

Rydas...4 life..bitch

Srillas 4 Rilla, money's everything
Smack you and your bitch for a dollar and some change
Lookin Strange mean muggin in the back of the club
Im hangin out, gettin drunk, with my nigga Tom Dub
Hos showin mad love (yee, yee), cuz the money be right
Im out of sight, with the diamonds shinnin bright fool
Slap a bitch, and I'm in it for free
But beleive dat', all the moneys comin with me

Ive been spendin chedda, since it jingled in my pocket
Programed my mind since birth, obtaining profit
Yea, I got it, 1's, 5's and, 10's
No high denominations walks fine by the feds？
Still I got the flow safe
With mo' benzies and shook ya in ya cupcake ass
so tell a friend, wait!
You can tell 'em, i stay green like Willy
Skrilla 4 Rilla, my nigga, tell me can you feel me？!

CHORUS：
Skrilla 4 Rilla, money aint a thang...
Cables, links, ropes and chains...
Skrilla 4 Rilla, money aint a thang...
Swayed, leather, gators and canes..
Skrilla 4 Rilla, money aint a thang...
Super Fly ho's with a nose for G's
Skrilla 4 Rilla, money aint a thang...
Back trucks rollin on triple gold D's

Mothafucka never contest
But im heavy into stress
Pack a glock in the vest
And the Skrilla's what I quest
In the passenger side..of the Navi
Ride behind the black caddy, rollin deep, all these bitches
lookin at me
Shinin', flossin' diamonds
Night that I'm in the mood to bump these sounds louder then the
cops sirens
Movin keys from overseas
Hawk assignment, to the streets
To these killaz , to make the Skrillas'

I wanna make the Skrilly 4 Rilly for really
What the dealy, It aint silly
Im tryin to bank like 30 or 40 Milly
And be the big Willy, with the flake deal
Fuck mowin lawns, and servin up happy meals
I fold my 1's in a knot, and slap my 50 on top
And front to bitches like 'Oh, look what i dropped'
Bitch took it and broke, i had to laugh
And aimed at the back of her head, and blew it in half (Blaaww)

CHORUS

Im gettin paid
Cash money, cheddar cheese
Just picked up 8 pounds of weed
Im gettin Skrilla, thats the deala
Can ya feela？
True G, neighborhood cat peela
Underground drug deala, with the 15 rocks
And another Bently parked outside
Fuck you bitch, youll still get jacked
Cuz i always leave my motherfuckin pistol packed

Skrilla 4 Rilla fool, im a killa
Go off in your grilla
Run your pockets for your bills yeah
Stackin my change
Bank cheese, green 'n things
Lettin' my nuts hang
Jittin down the line of Soul Train
Don Cornelious and Clip, we got money plans
Me and my man, put our hands, on no less than grands
Maaan FUCK THIS, im bout to get paid
Clockin' 2 million for my peeps, I'm to sure yea

CHORUS

1 for you, 5 for me
1 for you, 10 for me
1 for you, 20 for me
Skrillas 4 Rilla bitch, yea...
Were Rydas...insidas
We Rydas, eatin steaks
You at home, eatin slydas
(Laughs)


3.R-U-A Ryda？

Bitch! Hehe
Hey yo
This this bitch wanna know
Is she a ryda？
Hehehe
R-U-A Ryda？
I don't need you all up on my nuts no more
That's what the wrinkles are there for, recognize
Besides you could never ride with us
You'll never slide with us, coincide with us
I been inside your puss so many times it's loopy
I look at you naked my dick goes droopy
Scoop me, shit black truck rolls on
You's a ryda like my name's Malone dumb bitch
Hell yeah I'm a Ryda
Weed rollin high lighter
Straight up Detroit 7 Mile East sider
Do you wanna ride with me？
You really ain't a thug, but you tried to be
With your direct locs and your tattooed tears
I'm from the old school I had it hard for years
Psychopathic Rydas fool M O B
Foe Foe in this bitch, you wanna fuck with me, muthafuckas？
The truck is black
I pulls my gat
Gang affiliated and it's like that (Yeah)
It's all about the hoes, dank, fame, and loot
R-U-A Ryda？ (Whoo)
Can we ride？ (Whoo whoo)
The truck is black
I pulls my gat
Gang affiliated and it's like that (Yeah)
It's all about the hoes, dank, fame, and loot
R-U-A Ryda？ (Whoo)
Can we ride？ (Whoo whoo)
I pack big heat cause of these streets I'm so fed
Rags hangin out my back pocket
And one around my forehead
Mack daddy in the caddy
Throwing up the gang signs
If you're from the same clique
Then you're throwin up the same signs
If not the shit pops, we spit glocks and hit spots
Ignites, shells drop
Then we bail from cops
Boo yeah like in the chronicles, feelin bionicle
Get high with me
Yo Ryda, then come ride with me
Full clip： Psychopathic Rydas and Full Clip go together
Like home arrest and a tether
You better, run tell a friend
Your momma, your daddy, your greasy headed granny
They all can't stand me (Fuck 'em)
Cause my dick goes in to find their daughters neden holes
Blow it out then I'm out, no doubt
Every day that pass my game gets tighter
Psychopathic style muthafucka I'm a ryda
The truck is black
I pulls my gat
Gang affiliated and it's like that (Yeah)
It's all about the hoes, dank, fame, and loot
R-U-A Ryda？ (Whoo)
Can we ride？ (Whoo whoo)
The truck is black
I pulls my gat
Gang affiliated and it's like that (Yeah)
It's all about the hoes, dank, fame, and loot
R-U-A Ryda？ (Whoo)
Can we ride？ (Whoo whoo)
Fuck with Lil' Shank huh？
Get off, before I cock my gat and blow your eyebrows off
You invadin my space with your mean muggin face
If you feelin froggish bitch, jump and get a taste
Yo I keep it in my waste line
Stick like a base line
Pull out my heat, fear and power at the same time
Black skull cap keep my khakis creased
Rydas got love from the West to the East
I was born in this fucked up world Ryda bound
10 years old slangin dope by the pound
Out of bounds, no limit till my dirt
Bitch tried to break my heart and got her back hurt (hehehe)
I'll let you ride if you suck my dick
And Bullet dick, and the rest of the clique yeah
You finished？ Cool, no doubt
Now put your clothes on and get the fuck out bitch
The truck is black
I pulls my gat
Gang affiliated and it's like that (Yeah)
It's all about the hoes, dank, fame, and loot
R-U-A Ryda？ (Whoo)
Can we ride？ (Whoo whoo)
The truck is black
I pulls my gat
Gang affiliated and it's like that (Yeah)
It's all about the hoes, dank, fame, and loot
R-U-A Ryda？ (Whoo)
Can we ride？ (Whoo whoo)


4.Everyday

Everyday, everyday
Psychopathic everyda...
Hey yo Twin Gats where you at dawg？
Yeah, alright now let's uh
Let Cell Block come on
We rydin on suckas like everyday
We blowin bitches back out in every way
We dumpin' on fools who be actin hard
Your whole damn family will get blown off
Cause you ain't worth shit to me you know to me？
To me and the Rydas up on your family tree
Cause everyday is something new
Now holla at Bullet yo whoo whoo
Everyday except on Tuesday
Cause that be the Rydas official kill a fools day
And haters like nobody cares
That's when I put ghetto vets in wheel chairs
And then push em down the stair case
Bbbbbbbbb
Just for the look on they face
A mental case a little sick in the brain
All the same it's an everyday thang
Black trucks bumpin is everyday
Try to bank skrilla is everyday
Runnin with a hatchet is everyday
Psychopathic everyday
Black trucks bumpin' is everyday
Try to bank skrilla is everyday
Runnin with a hatchet is everyday
Psychopathic everyday
I ain't the one to be fucked with
Fuck a bitch ass trick
Eat a dick and die
I know these other tricks that ride
Help me when I'm horny
Even hold my gun for me
She adore me
This everyday bitch after bitch
City after city
And I still treat em shitty
Tell it to your face yo, no lie
Everyday I live my life like the world bout to die
Some more everyday shit
Some shit that happen everyday
Around Full Clip way
Around the Ryda way
Hey Escalades, Navi's, and Benzos
Sippin Hendals
Pistol whippin hound dogs
Turn the corner scoop up the rydas
Cell Block and Foe Foe tread behind us
We doin everyday shit
The same shit again
Gettin paid and oh, gettin skins
Black trucks bumpin is everyday
Try to bank skrilla is everyday
Runnin with a hatchet is everyday
Psychopathic everyday
Black trucks bumpin is everyday
Try to bank skrilla is everyday
Runnin with a hatchet is everyday
Psychopathic everyday
Everyday I slap a bitch in her lips
Kick her in the ass, and twist her nipples
Then I grab her by the hips and fuck her in the butt
Uhh uhh what？
I gives a fuck
I'd fuck her with a used rubber
After my homeboys done with it
Forget it
I admit it I wouldn't do that
Cause my dick wouldn't fit in a rubber it's too fat
Everyday smokin green leaf
Everyday gat choking
Everyday no joking
Fuck prayin and hoping
A born loser
The drug abuser
Mad as fuck in the land cruiser
Fuck there's dues to be paid
There's crews to be sprayed
If I don't pack my heat it's a knife to your face
This everyday all day ryda for small pay
I'm high as fuck thugged out all ways
Black trucks bumpin is everyday
Try to bank skrilla is everyday
Runnin with a hatchet is everyday
Psychopathic everyday
Black trucks bumpin is everyday
Try to bank skrilla is everyday
Runnin with a hatchet is everyday
Psychopathic everyday
Black trucks bumpin is everyday
Try to bank skrilla is everyday
Runnin with a hatchet is everyday
Psychopathic everyday
Black trucks bumpin is everyday
Try to bank skrilla is everyday
Runnin with a hatchet is everyday
Psychopathic everyday
That's right y'all
Psychopathic Rydas
Cell Block, Twin Gats, Bullet, Full Clip (Hey)
And the homebound rydas (Hey, hey)
Foe Foe and Lil Shank
And the rest of the ryda dawgs (Hey, hey)
Hoods in black trucks muthafucks (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Forever and a day (West side)
Forever and a day (East side)
Forever and a day (South side)
Worldwide baby
We rydas
Rydin on your streets
Jackin yo beats
Lickin yo bitches feets


5.Ryda Hata

Yea, know what im sayin Twin Gats？
Motherfuckin Ryda Hatas get fucked on.
And its like that, forever and ever and ever bitch. Mothufacko!

Are you a ryda hata？ If so, you aint shit.
And I tell it to your cliq, when im emptien the clip bitch.
You get the dick, and im fondelin your chick
With my lips around her tit, and my stick all in her clit
Now who she with？ The Ryyyda
How you hatin it.I see that marked ball on my dog, chasin it,
wastin it.
Drop your bitch off. I'll get inside her lata'.
I pack a Mac-11 for all you bitchass Ryda Hatas!

Are you a Ryda Hata？ You best check yo'self.
Or get knocked out by a left-by-left
Watch your step, hold your breath, drop your heat.
All by yourself, naked in the back seat..of my car
You never know who we are, rydin 'round the city like some
superstars
Livin hard, flashin cash, and pullin' cards.
If you wanna step, then mothafucka lets go to war.

Chorus：
Hatas, we BUCK BUCK! Ryda Hatas we BUCK BUCK BUCK! (2X)

Hate a mother fucker, you hate a mothafucka!
Just cuz a brotha got butta' muthafucka WHUT？!
Bitch! It's time i check that chin.
Apologize for it, then check it again!
Cuz im no kinda friend when im takin a bottle of the rose
That's how it goes for a hata that hates
Bullet be the Hata exterminator!

CHORUS (2X)

You can hate me, because I ride like the wind
And leave yo' ass waitin for love like cardigans
Im a thug bitch, and i been that way forever
Never spend no cheddar on a bitch, no never
Whatever the fuck you think you talkin about
But its hard to hear your words with my dick up in your mouth
All that hatin' shit is out, and im all up in this bitch!
Ryda 4 life, and i aint never gon' switch.

Ryda Hatas, whatthefuck, yo i cant stand em!
Talk shit behind my back, and your lips get smacked.
Talk shit to my face, get pistol-whipped in the face
Thrown in the toture rack, your back gets braced
Gettin' mased in ya eyes, dont gets karate chopped
Cock the gat back (BAHHH) you got dropped
Run your body over with my..black truck
Hater ass stupid motherfucka peice of shit, duck!

CHORUS (2X)

Are you a Ryda Hata？ You's a bitch ho.
And no one really care what your mom thinks bro
Because its all about the money, black trucks, and bumps
So shut your mouth, get on your knees and take your lumps!

CHORUS (2X)

You's a chauncy flat out bitch, you aint shit
And for-real-do, your bitch ass 'ill die quick
Fuckin with the cliq, booya, we wont miss
Leave ya standin still in a puddle of piss
A you's a Ryda Hata, so I annihilate ya
Im mobbin up on your set like a space invada'
Easy to contain you like a rat
I smash it wit my baseball bat, because i rose like that biotch!


6.Slug N Ya Noggin

Yea,hold still mothafucka
hold still motha fucker!!!

Stepped in the spot rydas set deep
Some faggot ass mothafucka wanna get his peep on
I said relax im taggin this kids bitch
Besides,my trigger finger startin ta itch
Foo steps up startin to wanna talk shit
2 steps back,bust him in his fuckin lips
fallin to the floor the mothaufkca kees talkin
so I pulled my shit he got a slug n ya noggin

CHORUS 2x)

slug n ya noggin,slug n ya noggin,slug nya noggin,better think
twice
slug n ya noggin,slug nya noggin,slug n ya noggin,in the head
aint nice

my turn,wait lemme check this
1 bullet,oh damn,I miss
an ima have ta walk all the over tere an stick
sumpin sharp in your neck,wack
lookin nothin like a homocidal lunatic
id rather just shoot you an be done with it
forget,I aint about to miss
ima leave his eyball hangin out like bushwitz

im down to peel your cap quick
fuck all t his rap shit
you're a long way from home
info red beam be on your dome
mercy on the hata now I got ya sleepin
creepin,with the window open
foe foe peepin,heat seekin
bullets no bullshit,second guesses
have ta flame me up some black dresses
ima thug,who only need 1 slug no love
first shot punch his lites, time clock

(CHORUS 2x)

you better back up bitch before I peel your wig back
or yo face get cracked by my louisvill bat
you punk mothafucka why you still talkin shit
don't ya know I be from the ryda cliq(hey,hey)
I be cell block,an if you wanna fite
Bring it on mothafucka cuz tonites the nite
For you to meet your maker at the end of the fall
Cuz rydas are known to put slugs na ya noggin

First things first I done clap 1 kid tonite
Now this mothafucka wanna flap his jaw at thestoplite
Yo,im a ryda,I don't give a fuck who you know
Bitch,im full clip,so I pulled him out his window
beats turn to beats an yo,im by myself
he had 320 in reach an everything on the top shelf
however big I don't give a fuck,you know the slogan
Cocked the gat back,booy hey heyyy

(CHORUS 4x)


7.Ghetto Fantasies

It seem
It seem like you always tryin' to get to a certain point
You know what I'm sayin'
Once you get there
It ain't what you thought it was
So even the realist mother fuckers
You mother fuckers seem they got it made
They got fantasies
There's no end to a fantasy
Once you reach you fantasy
You got five more fantasies
That's real
Come on, ready, Foe Foe

It's all about the money, hoes, and gats
And hangin' with my ryda's smokin' bat after bat after bat, what
Cadillac, bitch we full fledgin'
Raised up in the hood like a legend
Always contendin'
Cause the top is where I'm headin'
Top of the world
I got the ryda's in diamond's it's all embeded,uugh
I'm smokin' an ounce
Another mission keepin you hoes on your toes
The Foe Foe about to blow, blaawow
Give it to me
I want it all for me I'm greedy
Fulfillin' my ghetto fantasy
So fuck tha needy

I was born it the ghetto
Where all my folks stay
Trees of black trucks with bumps and pushin' weight
Livin like a superstar
Hookin' up with Mel Farr
Gettin him high
And running it for new cars
When I grew up
I wasn't worth the time
Crisp with no lights where I spent my time
Wasn't enough time
Steady high
Not for one time
Writin' rhymes
Blowin' minds
Pullin' nines
On a sucker
Cause I was a broke mother fucker
Till I got with the Rydas
Started sportin' black trucks, uugh

Ghetto fantasies
Love don't live here anymore
Rydas are for real
Rydas are for life Rydas do it wrong
Until they do us right yall
Ghetto fantasies
Love don't live here anymore
Rydas are for real
Rydas are for life
Rydas do it wrong
Until they do us right yall

I make my ghetto fantasies
Into realities
Paid ass ryda's with ghetto mentalities
Growing up without shit
No skrilla
From crack houses
To mansions in the hills
In a big black truck with a bump in the driveway
Back in the day Full Clip didn't have it that way
Tryin' ride on shit
I'm a have ta see ya with ya rilla
All my fantasies came true now
Holler at BulletHeaven
Ryder trucks
I want to buy one of them
Just cause it says ryder on the side on em
I want a fleet of trucks to carry all my bucks
And fuck mud ducks and wearin' tux like chucks
Cause this sucks
I ate so much raymond pride
I'm startin to think its my name

What up ray

Hi
I'm gettin by
I'm hard enough and a can of peas
But the best thing my life is free
My fantasies
Ghetto fantasies
Love don't live here anymore
Rydas are for real
Rydas are for life Rydas do it wrong
Until they do us right yall
Ghetto fantasies
Love don't live here anymore
Rydas are for real
Rydas are for life
Rydas do it wrong
Until they do us right yall
Well basically
My ghetto fantasy has got to be
A way to get me and my people
Out of this society
I'm trained G
But you ain't helpin me
By battlin' me
And askin' me
How tough me and the rydas be
We need ta
Get it together
Before it fall apart
So give me all your shit
My gat is aimed straight at your heart
But I'm ruthless
And I got to get whats mine
And I'm breakin fools off in a drive thru line, what

My ghetto fantasies
And rode with a million G's
Ryda's like me
Ready to die like me
Blazin' pounds of weed
Till my fuckin' eyes bleed
Manasatwas like a motha fucka what we need
We be them thugs rydin
Prepare to bust Psychopathic Rydas
Had the pigs scared of us
With they hear us kill us
Our souls will remain
Dwellin in their brain
Till they feel my fuckin pain

That's real yall

Ghetto fantasies
Love don't live here anymore
Rydas are for real
Rydas are for life Rydas do it wrong
Until they do us right yall
Ghetto fantasies
Love don't live here anymore
Rydas are for real
Rydas are for life
Rydas do it wrong
Until they do us right yall
Ghetto fantasies
Fantasy Yeah
Love don't live here anymore
No no no
No no no


8.Who？

Bring it
Cell Block, Twin Gats
Full Clip, Foe Foe, Lil' Shank, Bullet
Jeremy, Psychopathic Rydas
Nipples, Tom Dub
All up in that bitch ass
Bubba Dub, Double A
Stepdirt, Jump Steady, Billy Bill, Tom K
Mike E. Clark, Jason, Dougie
Psychopathic tell me
Who got more hoes than us？ (Don't nobody)
No, who rock more shows than us？ (Don't nobody)
No, who got more bank than us？ (Don't nobody)
No, who down with hoods in black trucks (Fuckin everybody)
Back the fuck up cause y'all ain't got shit
Representin the street killas my whole clique
Where the bitch we run hoes for all they loot
And when my money ain't right yo
Believe we down to shoot
Everyday what, different bitch
And at least once a month, my whole enterage switch
Hands down muthafuckas case closed
Psychopathic Rydas got all the hoes
Who got more hoes than us？ (Don't nobody)
No, who rock more shows than us？ (Don't nobody)
No, who got more bank than us？ (Don't nobody)
No, who down with hoods in black trucks (Fuckin everybody)
Everybody that's down
That is me and Full Clip bring it to 'em
Oooh who's dat？
Clip from the Rydas
Dumpin out bystanders at the cops behind us
Oooh who's dat？
Your muthafuckin killa
Pull out my nine and blast you in your grill, yeah
Oooh who's dat？
The winner of bread
Put your face on the curb and kick the back of your head
Oooh who's dat？
Hatchet representin fool hood in a black truck
Ryda till I die that's what
I don't give a fuck how many caps they peel
Fuck they crew and all they muthafuckin homeboys frontin like
they real
I got the hollow tip bullets for that teflon vest
Blow a hole the size of hubcaps dead in your chest
We ain't afraid to make the hammer go cock
Just to erase a couple of wack muthafuckas off the block
Leave you layin in a pine box with roses from your crew
Pause for a second, check yourself, and ask who
Who got more hoes than us？ (Don't nobody)
No, who rock more shows than us？ (Don't nobody)
No, who got more bank than us？ (Don't nobody)
No, who down with hoods in black trucks (Fuckin everybody)
You saw the show
Say I didn't rock it
I'ma jab a stick in your eye socket
I'm through tryin to prove myself all the time
I'm the muthafuckin shit bottom line
Fuck dis tryin to impress y'all
I'll wear a half shirt and walk a fat bitch through the mall
Shit I don't pick and choose my freaks
I'll fuck a crackhead with warts on her butt cheeks
And I'd still be the shit like that
Fuckin Yokozuna ain't livin this fat baby what
Ain't nobody bad like us
25 drunk Ryda dawgs in the tour bus
Who down with hoods in black trucks？ (Fuckin everybody)


9.Killa Ova Nuttin'

Man what the hell you know about the Ryda's？
Black trucks and hoods bitch
Shit you better check this bitch
Yo, yo I'm a killa cat peela
Other bitches is wack but Ryda's are for rilla
Give me all your skrilla
Your keys to your ride
Tell your bitch to leave her purse with a wallet inside
Ain't frontin' with Cell Block starts dumpin'
Trough your neighborhood our black trucks be bumpin'
So watch your mouth became alert some
Nigga checkin' us cause I'm killin' ova nothin'

Now I be ridin' with my shotty and fists becautty
Minds so slotty in party intentions to levitate a body
Give a fuck who we wit or who we know
Let the barrel blow or corral know
Over somthin' that he borrow though
Do the math on the war path
Niggas additions to the body count
I even blast a hottie now
Slayin' couples caused I loved you, so fuck you
I don't gang bang cause I'm struglin'
Biotches, yo I'm a killa ova nothin'

Killa ova nuttin'
A Ryda ain't ashamed
Wettin' mother fuckers up over anythang
Pop, Pop, Pop
Gun 'em down baby, down
Dumpin' from the East to the West side of town
Killa ova nuttin'
A Ryda ain't ashamed
Wettin' mother fuckers up over anythang
Pop, Pop, Pop
Gun 'em down baby, down
Dumpin' from the East to the West side of town

Now I knew this bitch yo
She used to love me
Buffin' on my pickle, peace everything was lovely
40's and swishes delivered to my doorstep
Every in the mornin, neden on my woodpeck
Livin' levish and be called and beconed on
I'm tha big Full Clip and bitches are pawns
Anyway with no reason for drama
I killed that motha fuckin' bitch and her mama

Still doin' drive-bys and leavin' hoes for dead
Missing letters with my homeboys said
I ain't no bitch, hoe
And your life on G.B.
With your whole family on the lawn starin' at me
And I could give a fuck
Get to lookin' at my gat
Get to fiendin' like a basehead
To leave you hoes flat
2 Gats got my back
Killa ova nuttin' thats a fact
Get out my face and get a slap bitch

Killa ova nuttin'
A Ryda ain't ashamed
Wettin' mother fuckers up over anythang
Pop, Pop, Pop
Gun 'em down baby, down
Dumpin' from the East to the West side of town
Killa ova nuttin'
A Ryda ain't ashamed
Wettin' mother fuckers up over anythang
Pop, Pop, Pop
Gun 'em down baby, down
Dumpin' from the East to the West side of town

I was born with the biggest chip on my shoulders
I killed little kids and took their strollers
I'm older tie you up instead
And blow red letters off the side of your head, bitch ahh
You could die any minute
Turn your back and get a hollow point slug in it, blah blah
You bin it ova nuttin at all
Now we shoot peanuts at your skull and bar-b-que

I've been wondering what the fuck you been lookin' at
You know it ain't no thang for me to get my gat
And blow holes in your brain till you look like an afagan
Body collapsed, soul fly like Peter Pan
Lil' Shank from tha hood
Raised in bad ways
Peel your fuckin' cat cause I'm havin' a bad day, hey
You can be a thug if you want too
But I'm a be a ryda, bitch
So fuck you

Killa ova nuttin'
A Ryda ain't ashamed
Wettin' mother fuckers up over anythang
Pop, Pop, Pop
Gun 'em down baby, down
Dumpin' from the East to the West side of town
Killa ova nuttin'
A Ryda ain't ashamed
Wettin' mother fuckers up over anythang
Pop, Pop, Pop
Gun 'em down baby, down
Dumpin' from the East to the West side of town


10.Plug Dat Puss

Full clip plug dat puss
hit it from the back then blow out that bush
tappin nedens,taggin nedens,that be my thing
though my bitch wanna tackle this mthafuckin name
in this game clip won like walkin monopoly
slappin skills like a madman
blowin peoples out the klans
Champion trim getter
Wiggle at me fitter
gold medal ho hitter
blue ribbon pick tickler
lil shank plug dat puss
tighten up baby cuz im startin to push
when it comes to pussy im the godfather
if you can ugly bitch tryin ta kick it,don't bother
im the typa brother that'll put in mad work
for bitches wearin crotchless panties an tight mini skirts
fuck ya till it hurts im about to snatch
so open up your legs an let me feel your crack
twin gats plug dat puss
first put on a show, watch my anaconda start to grow
fe,fi,fo
yo i smell the one that be playin wit a pussthat be holdin me
off till i kiss em
never kiss em is the bizum,the words of wisdom
got protection for my worm when im goin fishin
i dick ya chic then im just to quick
to hit and dip, front, get the pistol grip
foe foe plug dat puss
gotta get my hands on that fatass tush
with your belly button peirced, and them thick ass thighs
i got you lookin a lil somethin like mary j. blige
oh my my eyes they blodshot
from smokin bout 4 bagsa weed in the parking lot
so what's up bitch,gotta name with them hips
and can you lick my dick like you just licked your lips
bullet plugdat puss
you wit it i hit it
you feel that,i did it
i promise,i only put like half my dick in
and now i eat your neden like a plate of chicken
lickin,stickin,my tongue in your well
im doin that as soon as that blizzard hits hell
what,you though i would,not the ryda crew
you should holla at korn they'll robly eat your butthole too
cell block plug dat puss
its been a long time sing i first got to but
i nut on your mouth or on your chin
5 months ago i met you an i wanna fuck your friend
but that wasn't happenin to i started rappin
about you an me in the back of my van
And then autum went by and i turned you out
now weepin to your friend you know what im about
full clip plug dat puss
fuck yea ill hit but first you gotta deush
full of burger that my favorite snack
folded pizzas, heffer! is next to that
so slide over here an sit on full clip's lap
cuz full clip's got a formula he wanna stuff in your butt crack
on toppa that,nah fuck that im on toppa you
shakin hips an things when i blow out her o-ring
lil shank plug dat puss
5 more strokes an my nuts go gunch
i hit it from the back i hit it from the side i let her suck my
dick an i nutted in her eyes
now they wonder why they call her strawberry
cuz she under 35,redheaded an her pussy hairy
but she let me pump an fuck it stump an touched
it gave me all i need till my ass had had enough
twin gats plug dat puss
i got on camoflge lookin for the bush
they say im trifle, cuz i wanna spit my rifle
all up beside because i cna't hold i tin
i wanna stick this big sumpin in your openin
tighten 2 finger,3finger,stick my fist in
when its loose stick my dick on
liek a knife stickin'
stuffin up this chicken
foe foe plug dat puss
fuck you cuz i hit that bush
its me again,ah now you trippin
you wasnt bullshittin when it was my dick you was lickin
replae you like the bullets out my gat
from emtyin my clip into your bag
smash you like a bottle of brew
cuz yous a trick fuck that shit
matter of fact,eat a dick
psychopathic in this pice,know about it
leave you hos fatass dead so don't doubt it
bullet plug dat puss
who dat what dat
hit that did that
i could fuck your baby momma,no lie
cuz she be lookin at me like hiiiii
hey bitch woowoo can i plug？
i be bustin drips on your nipple nappy rug
slap happy thug call me dick dribble
cuz you play with my dick just a little and skieieie
cell block plug dat puss
everyday i meet a ho that i know i can't trust
but it dont mean nuttin cuz i still plug the route
under 18 with a child no doubt
dont matter ho,lemme hit it in the booty hole
but if you smell like fish bitch you gots to go


11.Back 2 Crack

I, i tried momma i tried
you lookin at me check yourself lil bitch
mad at the rydas cuz we all rich an shit
think what you used to have an what you dont have now
tryin ta hit on me with a glass dick in yourmouth
used ta representin cleveland with the black trucks anthe bumps
drive through the carwash now see you work an wash myshit little
punk
you had all the bitches,paper,no trouble
now your assis out in the air gettin banged out for pebbles
i dont give a fuck its like a horse with a broken leg
an old crustyass broken down peica shit
what's next,next time i see yai pull out my heata
an meltin your brain with hot lead you mothafucka
i cant take it anymore i gave iteverything i had
back on the bottom an everything is lookin bad
its bad cuz im hungry an im broke as fuck
i see your man on the corner and you know he's stuck
he outta luck in the wrong place at the wrong time
i dont give a fuck if he blind
all his money mine
on the dime i whip my gat out
handles slippery cuz it sweaty out
he trie dta move so ima blow his headoff
check his pockets loose change and i know
say i used to be a rapper ima joke
no dope an i dont wanna live (damn)
please somebody,kill me and end this life big

(CHORUS 2 x)back 2 crack i muhfuckin
try slangin duct tapes out the hoopla羧ot sure
i tried i tried to be a hip hop star but this rap shitdidn't go
far go far

hand me that muthafuckin crack pipe(yea)
i wanna smoke me a pebble
im through tryin ta be a rebel
i used to follow them hip hop tours
handin me demos out at backstage doors
im through tryin ta be the next dr. dre
id rather just smoke this rock away
40s,deals,contracts,labels snakes everywhereshit(sound of
inhalin)
i hearda niggas from the hood was goin away yea
returnin back to the hood servin fools like a paperroute
scroungin up whatever loot they got to buy an keep
but if ranchers grew weed(dunno)my record sales gotpopularity
back to the corner slangin loose and cloose
gotta live ghetto fabulous with rims and bumps
gotta have the fuckin heata cuz my hands are stingin
comin back in 2s an 3s tryin ta peel your cat
cause occasionally you circle them with hands alot
but you think them hands are stupid cuz its dark atnite
cuz you gotta get yours cuz by any means its on again
but you practice slang yea and now your fucked when you win
(CHORUS 1x)
momma,mom i tried it just i cant do it i mean
dad you never helped a muhfucka,i mean,im sorry momma
thats just drugs talkin rite there,mom im sorry...


12.Rydin' 4 Life

Rydin,rydin,rydin,hatchet rydin rydin
rydin,rydin,straight uprydin
rydin,rydin,hatchet rydin
rydin,rydin,that's4 life
now we rydin on these bitches,aint no mercy in my eyes
with the rydas by my side singin die muhfucka die
never hesitate
all up on they escalate
Bumpin sounds from the rydas,straight dumpin
Always into soemthin
Gats on my hip hangin out the window
Blazin hindo
Lookin for a mark or a nympho
Breathin this pollution always dancin in thestreets
With my heap
can't be beat
kept in mind that we rydin,ima ryda
gotta hatchet on my side
long time ago I was born to ride
straight up detroit psychopathic ryda
only mission here is takin you higher
but we get fucked up an that's a fact
so what the fuck so why you wanna get shot
you in the mist of the rydas an cell block
(chorus)
I was 10 years old,a lil scruffy
Already rydin,grippin a black huffy,so
Buffy my pickylo
Bitchy ho
A lil ass jiggylo
For realy though
All the dillyo about this crew
You don't join this shit we come to you
Only the chosen few,that know that pros an cons
Fuck the mafia,we froze the Dons'
Steaks an bonds,im gonna cash me a sweater
The better you tread her
the wetter you get her
yea,an never let her ass knnow what she need to know
because the flossin will kill you for sure,I know
I had to kill a deputy
Tryin ta question me
About equity
I coulda let it be
But my skrilla comes first
Till you see this ryda rydin a hearst
(chorus)
ryde bitch,no time for hidin
rydin is a upper perfect blance in timin
rydin A grippin oversized black truck
rydin B grippin hatchet in hand,what,what,what
rydin C fellow rydas got your back
rydin D it follows me in my bumps in my cadillac
pull the heaters,your ryda hata stays
rydin E ima ryda and then some enough saidyou wanna ryde
well then bitch tell me why
you wannabe hard think im mr. Nice guy
but I aint,im the one they call cell block
carry 2 gold 45s and the glock
ready to pull out so bitch squeeze that
it's the trigger finger on the side of my gat
5 seconds later he was on the ground
I gots in my truck an peeled off wit his pound
(chorus 2x)