Psychopathic Rydas Album

Once again, the earth beneath you crumbles
As a convoy of black trucks rumbles into your town
Back up in that ass once again
Is the notorius lords of the underworld
The one and only infamous Psychopathic Rydas


My name is Bullet
And I am a thug
A hood in a black truck
And I've never caught slippin'
Because I'm always packin' a mutha fuckin'...

Foe Foe, biatch
Don't ever test me ho
Straight up gangsta mutha fucka
And if you see me on the strip
You know I got a mutha fuckin'...

Full Clip, aka, fizzle cleazy
Once again, blasting your mutha fuckin eardrums with a lyrical slug
You wanna fuck with the Hatchet Rydas
I'ma stick you with my...

Lil' Shank
Jumpin' straight outta black truck
Representin the east and I don't give a fuck
Man, if you get caught slippin on my side
And you ain't a ryda, you gonna end up dead or in a mutha fuckin'

Cell Block
Anotha psychopathic ryda
We always ride out down and dirty to the E-N-D
Start the record, Ryden Dirty, bitch

Ryden Dirtay!

Whoo Whoo!

Psychopathic Rydas up in that bitch ass, mutha fuckaTrigga deepWhen you see us coming, turn the fuck aroundAnd get the fuck onLil ShankSpeak on these fools

I drop gangsta shitWith my gangsta clickAnd everybody on the othersideSuck my dickNow with my gangsta waysAnd gangsta walkI spit gangsta shitEverytime I talkNow what you mutha fuckas know bout a Ryda in black?Who be invested all his chedda on these trees and gatsI got ammunition to bring the fuckin' drama wheneverWho wanna talk shit, where it's at, bitch whateverWho wanna test me, simply get your wig pushed backMe and my four Ryda homies ready for the attackAnd if ya think we coming fullYou better grab your gripCause Lil Shank and the RydasOn some gangsta shit (mutha fucka!)
Rydas (Whut!)Ryda (Whut!)Where you at y'all?We be dumpin out the cutIt's allGangsta ShitIt's all Gangsta shit, (and we) married to the game and we hates to quit Y'all bitch ass niggas actin' like you know a mu-fuckaRydin' n fuckin' my shitBitch I'ma thugBitch, this shit 4 life mutha fuckaBullet, let these mutha fuckas know summ
Look at my crawIt's like bump bump bumpin'Psychopathic RydaDump dump dumpin'Jump jumpin up, everybody's runnin'King Kong Ryda DaddyBullet-Zilla's cominStrompin on crabsCrushin' on hogsCan I be at one from a Ryda, dogg? (heeey)I don't respect your setFuck your hoodFuck your baby mammaAnd ya know I could, bitchI leave you missin like Twin Gats (ugh)Lost deep in a cave wit dem rats and batsMy name is BulletSoul gonna pierce your brainSever your spine and leave your limbs dinglin'Dis is gangsta shit, this is all I knowSo when I show up, open the safe and hit the floor (Yayeah!)
Rydas (Whut!)Rydas (Whut!)Where you at y'all?We be dumpin out the cutIt's allGangsta ShitIt's all Gangsta shit, (and we) married to the game and we hates to quit
Man, for all you bitch ass niggas out there talkin loudFriendly and sayin' shitY'all need to do us all a mutha fuckin' favorShut the fuck up!Full Clip, fuck these niggas
Dump (dump)Blaugh (blaugh)Whistle (whistle)Pop (pop)That be the Psychopathic Rydas at the Moma CopAnd it don't stop, fizzle cleazaySprung legs get popped with a swizzle greasyFo SheezyWe represents tha DEast to the West SideAnd everything in betweenWe never seenUnless we in a dress codeHoods and black trunksFoot thick bank rolls
We the hardest cliqueKickin' gangsta shitAny bitches that oppose can eat a fat dickI'm out fo the moneySo bitches better freezeAnd when we on yo block go and call the policeFool, I get out the corner, pull the heat from my waistCock the hammer back and let one go in yo faceAnd leave yo mutha fuckin body lyin on the floorAnd wait with the Rydas to end with the law (Psychopatchic!)
Rydas (Whut!)Ryda (Whut!)Where you at y'all?We be dumpin out the cutIt's allGangsta ShitIt's all Gangsta shit, (and we) married to the game and we hates to quit
From Chicago's south sideTo Houston's Fifth WardWatts, South CentralAll of that shit, on and onWe want it allThe undergroundThe overgroundFoe Foe, come wit it man.
Bitch, you ain't learnt?Rydas don't dieFoe Foe representin'Smokin' choke and stayin' highAll you ho's get your hands upPut your petty cash upThe Rydas want the safeAnd all the shit under the mattressDrop, get on the floorDon't make me have to get yo ho'sCause if I do they'll find your body in another time zoneMind blown with this gangsta shit (gangsta)Have your whole block blown ta bitsThen fuck your bitchI'm on some thug shitOn the corner, hustle sell drug shitRydin' with my homiesBustin' shots at punk ass kids (blah!!!)Ain't nobody game like usWe love to bustWe love da rustAnd watch you blood gush
Rydas (Whut!)Ryda (Whut!)Where you at y'all?We be dumpin out the cutIt's allGangsta ShitIt's allGangsta shit, (and we) married to the game and we hates to quit
Yea bitch, married to the motha fucking game!That's some real gangsta shit, mutha faackoThat's Bullet, Foe Foe, Full Clip, Lil' Shank, and I'm Cell BlockPsychopathic mutha fucka (Ye-ah!)
Detroit's, infamous, Psychopatchic RydasBack...10 feet deep up in that bitch assFoe Foe, Cell Block, Lil' Shank, Full Clip, and BulletRyden Dirty, mutha fuckaaa!Like dis

All ya'll young mutha f**kers comin in the game
Think ya'll gonna change this shit
We the muthaf**kin' Rydas bitch
That's mutha f**kin' Cell Block
That's Bullet
That's Lil' Shank
That's Foe Foe
And that's Full Clip

Thats five muthaf**kin' Rydas for life bitch
Foe Foe bring the heat

When I speak I make the walls all crumble
Sittin' in the 6-55 with the bumble
Niggas haul off for a block of the cheese
Pop a weak nigga right in his knees
So will I die (bitch please)
Gettin G's by any means nessesary
That's why my cousin doin' time and my dogs got barried
Ya'll bitches is afraid of da game
Sittin' posted on the corner and sayin'
Makin' money, f**k the fame
Insane in the brain and quick to pull a gat
So quick to lay your punk-ass flat
I'm the poster boy for car jacks
And my name is Foe Foe
Anybody got a problem with me
Bring it to my door
And I'ma let my gun unload
And watch tha back of your muthaf**kin' head explode
I'm from tha streets where you hustle for your rep
Anbody wanna step they gon catch it you can bet
It ain't nobody in this game that hold it down like us
It ain't nobody in this game even close to us
It ain't nobody in this game that'll bust like us
It ain't nobody in this game nigga, game nigga

It ain't nobody in this game that hold it down like us
It ain't nobody in this game even close to us
It ain't nobody in this game that'll bust like us
It ain't nobody in this game nigga, game nigga

Bitch I'm Full Clip
But you can call me Dream Cast
Ahead of the game so far #1 looks last
See tha gat blast, hear lead whistle by ya ear
Deaf by the sound, vision blinded by the glare of a roller
Dusted the f**k down in ice chips
Hatchet representin' in the window of the black
F**k a grip and them bustas get no love
Rydas run this muthaf**ka throw ya hatchets up

Ain't nobody in this game worth speakin' about
Cause the Psychopathic Rydas always freakin' them out
We be like hustlin po po's and we slang them bobos
Leavin' muthaf**kers missin' like the electrifyin Mojo
Killas don't talk but we be quick to lay them out
And then appear at your funeral like what you cryin' about
We dressin' up all in black, we pack a hoodie attack
And leave you layin' on the floor like a gorrilla came in an broke your back

It ain't nobody in this game that hold it down like us
It ain't nobody in this game even close to us
It ain't nobody in this game that'll bust like us
It ain't nobody in this game nigga, game nigga

It ain't nobody in this game that hold it down like us
It ain't nobody in this game even close to us
It ain't nobody in this game that'll bust like us
It ain't nobody in this game nigga, game nigga

You couldn't see a f**kin' thug with a microscope
And there ain't a crew in the industry half as dope
As Rydas be Foe Foe on the side of me
Mashin' out of control and reachin' the vicinity
Witness real G's with real rhythm and real rhyme
And we takin over hoods one block at a time (Ryde wit me)
Well hold on before you fold up
And get loked that's when the niggas grab the sawed off
Time to set some shit off take a pull of the blunt
Hold the smoke till a muthaf**ka cough
Chinky eyed sittin' in a hoopty ride
Thinkin' to my Somebody Gone Die!!
Now which one of ya'll wanna catch the slugs
I represent the unity of five heartless thugs
And we take what we want be it money or drugs
Can't nobody in da game even f**k with us

It ain't nobody in this game that hold it down like us
It ain't nobody in this game even close to us
It ain't nobody in this game that'll bust like us
It ain't nobody in this game nigga, game nigga

It ain't nobody in this game that hold it down like us
It ain't nobody in this game even close to us
It ain't nobody in this game that'll bust like us
It ain't nobody in this game nigga, game nigga

Whussup son
Thats right, Lil' Poot up in this piece, fool!
Lil' Shank and Foe Foe reppin' the Ryda Clique son

All my niggas that be puttin' it down
Smokin' and representin' your town
Black trucks with the bumps
Straight G shit
I'm a Ryde for life and we ain't never gonna quit
Will you ride with me
Smoke with me
Steady, blazin' weed, by the b-a-g'z
Cold D'z got your eyeballs spinnin', hoe winnin'
Flashin' me the tongue ring
Hopin' that she can get in
Low ryde with 2 hoes in the back
With the windows down so you can catch a contact
Watch your wig flip straight to the back
Like you witness the car jack
And somebody hit you with gat, Damn!
Ain't no playas when we ryde
(Ain't no body playin' when we ryde
Non smokers outside suckers)
Lil Poot, Lil Shank and Foe Foe
Quick to slap a bitch
Quicker to burn some indo
Let it roll the windows up
And tell your bitch quit starin'
Cause she will get f**ked
Foe Foe pumpin up the Ryda Clique
And anybody got a problem with it
(Keep it in yur mouth and shit)

Well my niggas that's puttin' it down (Rep a nigga)
Smokin' and representin' your town (Rep a nigga)
Black trucks with the bumps,
Straight G Shit
I'm a Ryde for life and we ain;t never gonna quit

Well my niggas that's puttin' it down (Rep a nigga)
Smokin' and representin' your town (Rep a nigga)
Black trucks with the bumps,
Straight G Shit
I'm a Ryde for life and we ain't never gonna quit

I'm a R-I-D-E for L-I-F-E
A P-I-M-P
Well I might be
But i'm a thug nigga, you can count on that
With the black khakis and chucks and a muthaf**kin' ski mask
We blast, on bitches like you
We don't hafta have a reason
We just do what we do
And we do it so well
That we ain't never gonna stop
We get, swangin' things or unloadin' blocks
And if the playa hatas on the other side wanna talk
(This a message from the Rydas)
All of ya'll can eat a dick bitch
I'm a keep puffin' my weed and swangin' my sacks
And makin' underground chedda free of income tax
Foe Foe got my back like a muthaf**kin' coat
(And if you wanna f**k with us)
I suggest that you don't
I'm a Ryda bitch (You know it)
And if you the enemy
You get 40's poured out in your memory! (Biotch)

Well my niggas that's puttin' it down
Smokin' and representin' your town
Black trucks with the bumps,
Straight G Shit
I'm a Ryde for life and we ain't never gonna quit

Well my niggas that's puttin' it down (Rep a nigga)
Smokin' and representin' your town (Rep a nigga)
Black trucks with the bumps,
Straight G Shit
I'm a Ryde for life and we ain't never gonna quit

Well
Me and Foe Foe
We like ryden on your set
Leavin' enemies pumped up and sidewalks wet
Ain't a neighborhood out there don't know me
I'm in a black navigator 2000 and 3
John Walsh couldn't see me on America's Most
I'll leave the muthaf**ker hangin' off a telephone post
Any stiches, you'll lose your tongue, you know the game
When the cops come, tou'll be tryin' to humm my name
I ain't never gonna quit, i'll ryde a black wheel chair
Pull off the strap and drop everybody here
Big Bang be the name sniffin' cane of titties
Got Rydas hot and bustin' up 57 seven cities
Don Bolion started off servin' cracks
On the street back in heat
Black hoodies and chucks
Black trucks with the fender
Slangin' that wonder
Never gonna stop till they come and drop a killa down under

Well my niggas that's puttin' it down (Rep a nigga)
Smokin' and representin' your town (Rep a nigga)
Black trucks with the bumps,
Straight G Shit
I'm a Ryde for life and we ain't never gonna quit

Well my niggas that's puttin' it down (Rep a nigga)
Smokin' and representin' your town (Rep a nigga)
Black trucks with the bumps,
Straight G Shit
I'm a Ryde for life and we ain't never gonna quit

When Cell Block hit the door
Niggas hit the floor
Rydas jackin'
Str8 dirtay pistol packin'
Smackin off suckers
Pistol whippin' busters
Ain't nobody trust ya
Punk muthaf**ka
Rydin' down the block
Black Trucks Steady Bumpin'
Hangin out the window and tryin to start somethin'
So why you actin hard and you think i'm by myself
Five niggas jump out, and beat yo ass to death (bitch)

Get the f**k out, hold up, wait a minute
Got the game unlocked, I ain't never gone quit
Fat flipper jack is with a penny on top
My grease khakis come equipped with a gat
Come and get some nuts
Get slapped with a dick
Deep in the game I ain't never gonna quit
Little Treezies, with bottles in the freezies
Psychopeezie leezie fo leezie, fo sheezie

Well my niggas that's puttin' it down (Rep a nigga)
Smokin' and representin' your town (Rep a nigga)
Black trucks with the bumps,
Straight G Shit
I'm a Ryde for life and we ain't never gonna quit

Well my niggas that's puttin' it down (Rep a nigga)
Smokin' and representin' your town (Rep a nigga)
Black trucks with the bumps,
Straight G Shit
I'm a Ryde for life and we ain't never gonna quit

Don Bowlio
Heh Heh
yeah yeah
uh
Eminemeh
Sip Ass
heh heh
Eminemeh
Busta

A dotter like me baby
It ain't nideo
We don't work the streets
We stay above em
Wont see me on a corner with a pattern rag
I'm urination in a cut slangin heron bags
But I do pack heat for dem fags I meet
I done came up fucked tussle over a street (what)
I'm tryin to see paper like a state bank vault
And if I have to run through you, boy it aint my fault

You hear that thunder
That's my woofers goin boom
When we ride past ur house we be rattlin your living room
Volume up to ten, Rydas hanging out the window
Dumpin on the bustas and spitin at all the fine hoes
Make a left so I can kop a bag greenery
Roll it up and pass it to the mothafuckers next to me
Let me hit that shit
We wont quit
Full Clip
Cell Block
Shank
Foe Foe
And Bullet
I'm like boom

You bangin? Don't matter to me
I'm like boom
Nobody lives fatter than me
I'm like boom
Hogs and crabs, you all scabs
I'm like boom, boom, boom

You bangin? Don't matter to me
I'm like boom
Nobody lives fatter than me
I'm like boom
Hogs and crabs, you all scabs
I'm like boom, boom, boom

Bitch nigga listen, I'm the rap game
I'm like the 50 karat shining with the platinum chain
I'm a thousand dollar bill with the big ass face
and I'm the one that bust shots when the cops give chase
I'm like boom
people always rydin my dick
you can never see me, all black windows off in the whip
I'm in the game to make a million and I'm out this bitch
Flaunt it hard with the roadee with the iced out pick
I see your whole crew sucking my dick cuz of the game
but when the nigga go, it aint never gone be the same
I'm on top of the world, with tha Ryda clique
I get the benefits while you bitches get to ride the dick
Force a nigga head to the white meat
I got my gat under my wife beat
Nigga these is my streets
Comatose, fat ass blunts went like a broom
Sky high till I die
And when I drop it go boom

Cell Block
Foe Foe
Lil' Shank
(Bullet)
and me?
Haha
I'm Full Clip
hey Ryda make that shit Boom!

I'm like boom
You bangin? Don't matter to me
I'm like boom
Nobody lives fatter than me
I'm like boom
Hogs and crabs, you all scabs
I'm like boom, boom, boom

You bangin? Don't matter to me
I'm like boom
Nobody lives fatter than me
I'm like boom
Hogs and crabs, you all scabs
I'm like boom, boom, boom

When the hilly hit my belly
Chase her down with some reamie
Hit the teley
Connect the deals on my celly
Got hustles going down on all 7 corners
My payroll includes the last 3 presidents
Private jet touching down in Perasiaque
Himalayan mountains snow bills as my money counts
Soon as I clean out King Tut's tomb
The money in Swiss bank accounts like boom

Throw ur hands up if you got money to burn
Rydas stay iced out (bytch)
When will you learn (whut?)
That I ride with my foeties (40's) (whut?)
Jack with my foeties (whut?)
Dress in all black and attack with my foeties (yeah)
Later on the streets its the 8 to 10
Jackin up chedda do it, might a bitch in the bed
For some petty shit
Mad cause I glackin' helly grip and roll with tha niggaz
All about the chedda, bitch!

I'm like boom
You bangin? Don't matter to me
I'm like boom
Nobody lives fatter than me
I'm like boom
Hogs and crabs, you all scab
I'm like boom, boom, boom

You bangin? Don't matter to me
I'm like boom
Nobody lives fatter than me
I'm like boom
Hogs and crabs, you all scab
I'm like boom, boom, boom
I'm like boom
You bangin? Don't matter to me
I'm like boom
Nobody lives fatter than me
I'm like boom
Hogs and crabs, you all scab
I'm like boom, boom, boom

You bangin? Don't matter to me
I'm like boom
Nobody lives fatter than me
I'm like boom
Hogs and crabs, you all scab
I'm like boom, boom, boom

Hogs and crabs, you all scabs
Ungh
Ain't nobody livin' fatter than me
And you bangin'? Don't matter to me fool
We the Rydas, we the Rydas
Hogs and crabs, you all scabs
2000 and 4 mothafucker
Like boom

I'ma thug
I'ma shoot
I'ma smoke
I'ma walk up on yo ass and bust yo ass in the eye
I'ma roll this blunt up
I'ma I'ma

I'ma ride 2 da end (end)
Ball till I fall (fall)
I'm on the hunt for tha paper
Gimme s'more
I gotta get mine (hey)
All about the currency (yea)
And let my thugs and mothaf**kin' Rydas represent me (woop woop)

Somebody better blaze the weed
And pass that shit to me
And I'ma cock da gat
And hold it down for my family
We worldwide
Leaving ya hatin' bitches
On the curbside
Bleeding and needin' stiches
Bitches ya got ya mouth wide open
On the wed and all your hatin' and roastin
Gonna keep me braggin' and boastin'
This shit is coast to coast
And I'ma ball till I fall baby
While mark ass bitches
Spend they money on that car neday
You can't even picture me rollin'
Money follin'
In an Escalade with twinkies and it's
Probably stolen
Crack my Newports, open
And I'm scopin' for a lickin'
If you got it
And I want it
Then you hit
You and your bitch
Foe Foe
Mister Mean And Hateful
Mister Free to ride
You and your fam
Can burn the cradle
Who wanna smoke?
Who wanna ride wit me?
We runnin wit da Rydas
Till the E-N-D
And I'ma

I'ma ride 2 da end (end)
Ball till I fall (fall)
I'm on the hunt for tha paper
Gimme s'more
I gotta get mine (hey)
All about the currency (yea)
And let my thugs and mothaf**kin' Rydas represent me (woop woop)

(Yayeah)
Hit the east side
Intended to get groovy
Cruisin down the Ave.
Lookin' for titties and booties
Guerellis grippin' twinkies
See me sparklin' and shinin'
I'm like a diamond
As I continue glidin'
The ass drops down
As I hit the switch again
Heads startin' turnin'
'cause they see that Shank is perfen
And swervin'
Pimpin
Please understand that if these niggas act up
They get ta leavin' in an ambulance
I got my hand curved around a heata
And if your bitch is on my dick
Hell yea I wanna meet her
I'ma playa
You don't see them diamonds through the windshield?
I'm eatin' steak and shrimp while you bitches splittin' happy meals
Don't get your cat peeled
Actin' hard
I got a bullet for you
And everybody in your backyard (F**k you looking at?)
And bitch if you don't know
You better ask a friend
Lil' Shank mothaf**ka, I'ma Ryda till the end (E-N-D)

I'ma ride 2 da end (end)
Ball till I fall (fall)
I'm on the hunt for tha papa
Gimme s'more
I gotta get mine (hey)
All about the currency (yea)
And let my thugs and mothaf**kin' Rydas represent me (woop woop)

Do I gotta tell you how much
That this watch cost?
Or do I gotta tell you how much dope a nigga lost?
Tryin' to come up in the game
Make a name for myself
But when this block get hit
It's hella bad for ya health
Gotta get back on your feet
Hustle on the street
Minimum wage don't make enough for ends meet
What's up bitch?
The name's Cell Block, ho
And one question, do you like dick in the throat? (F**K YEA)
I be rollin with the Rydas
Iced out on the street
Gold chain around my neck
Brand new NIKE's on my feet
And we livin' up yo block
Nigga always wit a glock (buck, buck)
And a sack fulla rocks
For them thieves on my jock
Keep rockin' skrilla
Paper chasin' never ends
I be 45 and still slangin' rocks out the Benz
I'ma pimp by blood
And a Ryda 4 Life
And I'ma ride 2 da end
Dumpin' clips all night

I'ma ride 2 da end (end)
Ball till I fall (fall)
I'm on the hunt for tha papa
Gimme s'more
I gotta get mine (hey)
All about the currency (yea)
And let my thugs and mothaf**kin' Rydas represent me (woop woop)

I'ma ride 2 da end (end)
Ball till I fall (fall)
I'm on the hunt for tha papa
Gimme s'more
I gotta get mine (hey)
All about the currency (yea)
And let my thugs and mothaf**kin' Rydas represent me (woop woop)

(Rydas)
And let my thug and mothaf**kin' Rydas represent me
Uh...Bullet in this bitch, Cell Block, Foe Foe, Lil' Shank, Full Clip
And let my thug and mothaf**kin' Rydas represent me

Jumpsteady
Tom Dub
Patrick
Jason
Av Curt
Billy
Jeremy
Pickles
Steve
Barry
Mike E
Jesse
Mike C
Nathan
Stephen (Hooha hooha)
Eric
J Dirty
Nathan


Don Bolion
I blow ya throat piece off (hey)
And you gone spray blood everytime you cough
Cuz I'ma murderer (Like That)
And it's time your learned
If you dance with tha devil
Then yo ass get burned
Affiliation
Gang bang professional
Meetin' yo mudda was intentional
Your momma gonna need theropy when you die
Cuz I'ma sever your head
And send yo momma yo eyiieaa
Who wanna test a mothafucka
Bitch I'm the hardest
Nigga in the hood
You rap artists is my targets
I'm scopin' ya out
Red beam on yo forehead
Rydas don't play
I'm quick to leave ya dead
Bitch we ain't broke
We all about our cash
And that's an ole mothafucka
Still talkin' trash
I pull tha gat out
And stick it in yo mouth
And why you niggas cryin'
The Rydas goin' all out

Bye Bye
These Rydas don't die
Bye Byie
C'mon killa come try
Bye Bye
Buckshot buck boom
Bye Byie
Rydas in the room

Betta watch yo back
I got my gat cocked
Right between yo ass and let it fly
And watch your whole program drop
I give a fuck I'm like a hitman
Rydin' in trucks
And I be bustin' mothafuckas
With these hot ass slugs
I sold drugs fot too long
Now I'm inta killin' shit
Into bustin' hollow into bitches
Who pop the helly lip
Ryda Clique
Foe Foe murdered the whole block
Burn that bitch down
Bitch ass niggas can eat a glock

Ice spark one to yo chest
Launch on the floor
Forty poured out in your memory (damn)
Whud you die for?
Tryin' ta score
Outta Full Clip's pocket
That's why your heart exploded
From the blaze of riot
Any side-runner tryin' to undercut a Ryda
Get blasted up and wild
Than Tracy Lorde's vagina
Cuz we wiser
Than yo average gang bang hustla
Kickin' up dust
When I bust
Ryde sumthin' ya

Bye Bye
These Rydas don't die
Bye Byie
C'mon killa come try
Bye Bye
Buckshot buck boom
Bye Byie
Rydas in the room

Pucker up and kiss your ass goodbye
All you none Rydin' mothafuckas
You can eat a dick and die
What you know about a thug?
What you know about a G?
You ain't a Ryda mothafucka
You ain't shit to me
No matter what those otha niggas try to tell you though
Fuck you and yo skills
And yo jaw gettin' broke
If you ain't Foe Foe
Bullet or Cell Block
Full Clip or Lil' Shank
You can eat a cock

Look at me
Gangsta, Khakis and last
Shotgun barrel to your mouth hole
Blast
Blow yo Adam's apple
Into apple sauce
Call yo momma
And tell her bout her horrible loss
But I guess no fuck
Fuck yo luck
Cuz I ran out
And I bail out in a black truck
I don't even wanna see yo face no more
I'ma rip it off and then punch your skull

Dumb mothafucka
Breathe on Eight Ball and Sherm
When you gonna learn
That a Ryda let his pistol burn
Contact a lawyer firm
And get your wig broke
Straps teflon to yo head, legs, chest, and throat
Let it be known
To the rest of your bitch crew
Ain't no limitations
Shit...who we run through
You mothafucka you
Kiss yo momma with two from my ride (BUCK BUCK BUCK)
Boom bitty bye bye

Bye Bye
These Rydas don't die
Bye Byie
C'mon killa come try
Bye Bye
Buckshot buck boom
Bye Byie
Rydas in the room

I see you bitches still don't know
I let the gat do that talkin'
When I'm barkin' at these punk ass hos
Catch ya slippin' in my gunzone (Yayeaa)
All alone
Wit my beam on the tip of yo nose
And there it goes blaugh
Shootin' bitches
For some back in the day
Try ta rat a nigga out
Now they buried away
Niggas gettin' carried away (bye bye)
On the strips
With the white sheet
Bitch ass nigga
Now ya bug me

797 797
We are high in the sky
We've located 5 suspects
They are heading east bound on 7 mile
They just crossed woodward
Please respond

797, this is coral police responding
We have, uh, units in pursuit at this time
Once the suspects are apprehended
We are going to suck their units
Over

Coral, this is 797
Be advised
If the suspects ejactulate
Save some for me
Over

Everybody wanna know who run
Bitch, you know who the fuck run it
We run it
We always have and always will mothafucka, whut!


Who play dem bitches like a ball game
Rydas do
Who play dem bitches like they all the same
Rydas do
Who play dem bitches like some ole lays
Rydas do
Who ride them bitches like a subtrain
Psychopathic Rydas do


Who play dem bitches like a ball game
Rydas do
Who play dem bitches like they all the same
Rydas do
Who play dem bitches like some ole lays
Rydas do
Who ride them bitches like a subtrain
Psychopathic Rydas do
I play the chicken heads
The way the chicken heads should be playin'
Got no time to listen to the sqwakin' that they be sayin'
You can eat this dick up
Till these balls break the chinup
I really have no preference if you swallow or spit up
You'ze a trick bitch
I got no luv for a trick, bitch
Only good for suckin' and massagin on this dick bitch
Got no love fo bitches
Never did and never will
Catch me fuckin' chunky ass bitches
With them high heals

Dem bitches don't know
Bout this Detroit Mafia
Hoods and black trucks
Khakis and black chucks
I put a bullet hole
Dead in yo jeep
You'll find tha back of your head
Is scattered all up in the street (Blaugh)
Two reasons
Number one you'ze a trick
Number two you ask a lot about my personal shit
So tell me
Is you a mark?
I ain't takin' no chance
I'd rather blow your head off and have you shittin' in your pants

Who play dem bitches like a ball game
Rydas do
Who play dem bitches like they all the same
Rydas do
Who play dem bitches like some ole lays
Rydas do
Who ride them bitches like a subtrain
Psychopathic Rydas do

Who play dem bitches like a ball game
Rydas do
Who play dem bitches like they all the same
Rydas do
Who play dem bitches like some ole lays
Rydas do
Who ride them bitches like a subtrain
Psychopathic Rydas do

There ain't a bitch in this world
That I give a fuck about
Know that
Right off the bat
I grab your girl
And tell her blow that
Rydas keep it true
We just wanna bust a nut
On yo titties, on yo face
Or on that fat ass dub, what?
Bitches talkin' like that shit's the shit
They wanna ride wit us
But they don't wanna ryde this dick, shit
Foe Foe, keep it real as I can
And if you wit me
Don't forget me
And just give up the ass
Biatch

Now who wanna fuck with a nigga that be maja
Always on the block, doin' ho's through my paga
Pimpin' on the regular
Steady slangin' rocks
Bitch, I'ma Ryda
And I keep the gun cocked
Fo any checky bitch
That wanna see me
The Rydas' real niggas
We one with the street
Where dem bitches
Der dem bitches
Eat up on a dick cuz you can't get wit us

Who play dem bitches like a ball game
Rydas do
Who play dem bitches like they all the same
Rydas do
Who play dem bitches like some ole lays
Rydas do
Who ride them bitches like a subtrain
Psychopathic Rydas do

Who play dem bitches like a ball game
Rydas do
Who play dem bitches like they all the same
Rydas do
Who play dem bitches like some ole lays
Rydas do
Who ride them bitches like a subtrain
Psychopathic Rydas do

You can have a centipede hangin' out your pussy
I'ma still hit it raw, like gushy
Smooshy
Bitches betta recognize a Ryda
Bow down
And suckly we draggin' by yo foot and hangin' out my truck
Bumpy
See me on the corner
Swiggin' on some drank
If I show up at yo door
I expect to hit some pank
Gang affiliation
Meanin' everybodie's next to hit it
17 Rydas hit the pussy baby bitch admit it

Damn
Give it time man
I'ma be alright
It's fucked up
I'ma be alright
At least I got my rydas, tho
Yea


There it goes
Another casket dropped under
In the midst of the rain and thunder
And I wonder
About that watch on his wrist
And why I didn't take that bitch
Another funeral
My night to speak
Everybody and they mamma catchin' slugs in the street
I know the reverend by name
He's like Bullet
It's your turn to run to Burger King
Mamma told me I had three strikes in life
When I was 18 I got a job at Mike's
Car wash
The place where the bitches be
Till I got mad and slapped Mike and his homie
They called the pigs
And then called my Pop's
I pissed on the vacuum in the back of the shop
And broke on out
For the cops is on my tail
Charity only future
If a nigga only fail

I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be Alright, but (There it goes)

I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be Alright, but (There it goes)

I coulda been a doctor
Maybe even a president
Instead I slang dope
In a crack house resident
Raised in the strip
By pimps and O G's
Rock a girl with ADIDAS
Till the age of 13
Till I got me a refer
Slangin' bags and such
Had every last dopehead
Ridin' my nuts
Felt like I was on top of the world
What a head won't do for a bag of a white girl
I had T.V's VCR's
Stereo systems and stolen cars
More throwaways in the bottom of the river
When I was hungry
Crackheads brought me dinner
I kept Trump on my bankroll
If I met a fine bitch then I'd put her on the stroll
Everything was straight till they raided my spot
Now a nigga on the run and the fever gettin' hot

I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be Alright, but (There it goes)

I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be Alright, but (There it goes)

Where my one good last vein at
Used to flipping' money on hoes
Now it's smack
You should be a Ryda
Heh, picture that
Now it's where the fuck my pipe
For my crack
No more Hatchet Rydas got my back
Got me a Pinto, traded in my black Cadillac (AHHH)
There I go
Or it seems
Until I woke up from my...

Dreamin' of the money and the cars
Ho's in the strip bars
Now I'm all alone
The product of a fallen star
On the bottom of the barrel
Lookin' for a hookup
And when it's all done
I watched everybody book up fast
Spendin' all my money
People hate my ass
And now I'm really out of cash
Keep your money and your friends tight
Leave dem ho's
Or you can wave it all bye nigga there it go

I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be Alright, but (There it goes)

I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be Alright, but (There it goes)

I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be Alright, but (There it goes)

I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be (Alright)
I'ma Be Alright, but (There it goes)

Oh an one more thang
I'ma be alright though
I got my rydas wit me

These rydas to cool to ryde dirty
They Ryde Dirtay
See basically, uhh, everyday when you wake up in hood
You gotta look at yourself in the mirror
And make that decision
Either you gonn ride like a square
Or you gonna ride dirty like a Ryda
But Rydas are too cool for that shit
They Ryde Dirtay
You see
You might have 6, 7 bags heron up in the mutha fuck glove box
Or maybe a brick of weed taped to the engine
I don't know what your preference is
Mothafucka but ya better have your heat
And if the pig pull you over
You can't hesitate to pull off on his ass


15 black trucks baby
Rydin' in the roll
From the 7 Mile East to the southwest side
Slow
Final destination
Clark Park summertime
Where them bitches flaunt ass in the sunshine
I grip my wheel
I'm like the 4th truck back
Lil' punch of perkasets
And a Kool-Aid pack
Diggin'
I'm tryin' not to spill the Rock and Rye
With the freekshow bump face twitch in my eye
Blowin' cane dust all up off the dash
Bullet quick out the yay for that night of cash
Ryden Dirtay
Till I flip this Birtay
But hey it's like
Everydaaay
Summer breeze
After I deliver these
I'ma take it eaz
In the Florida Keys
We'z gonna take time
Sippin' Carribean wine
With a twist of lime
In the sunshine
In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
I be makin' all them pay (Heeey)
In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
I be out ryden dirtay (Heeey)

In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
I be makin' all them pay (Heeey)
In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
I be out ryden dirtay (Heeey)

We ryden deep and dirty
On the streets of the D
Duck ya head low
When you see me pull the heat
I'm comin' for your jewels
And all your fuckin' cash
So when you see us pull up
You better hit the gas
And mash all out of this district, bitch
Stay and become my next victim bitch
Cuz we rydin' down the street
Dumpin' out windows
And we don't give a fuck who we really hit though

I'm rydin' dirty like a dirty low
I'm down with Bullet, Cell Block, Full Clip and that nigga Foe Foe
Mo money mo problems
Mo mutha fuckin' weight
Mo Ryda tagga reppin' with a can of black spray paint
I cross the line and put a K, you know
How we do when it come to them outside ho's
I'ma Ryda rydin' dirty
And that's how I do
And every nigga in my crew be the same way to

I be makin' all them pay (Heeey)
In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
I be out ryden dirtay (Heeey)

In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
I be makin' all them pay (Heeey)
In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
I be out ryden dirtay (Heeey)

Eight o'clock on the dot
Rydas at my door
Grab a bag of weed and a chrome pistol
Foe Foe wanna ryde and smoke till the day comes
And we ain't lookin' fo beef unless ya make some
Taste them ho's
And let the 20 inch rim roll
I'm out of control
Rydin' Dirty in my low low
We just lookin' for that Barbeque
With a lil' drank, a lil' weed
And that bitch with you

WOOP WOOP
Look up in the rear view
Shit, man
It's the pigs in blue
Start to get wait i'm straight though
It's officer Ham Huffer cop on the payroll
As he approaches
I roll down the window
Here we go
Two grams of heron and some indo
Get the fuck on
Filthy pig
That's the beneficials
Of Ryden Dirty

There ain't no sunshine
When ya dirty rydin'
Always creepin'
Slidin' Hidin'
Make Ya drops
Shake a Cop
Give a dap to the Devil
And ya take your knot
The feelin' is good when the deed is done
Home free and ya didn't have to kill no one
Lucky you ain't dead
You played the game
Rydin' Dirtay boy I tell ya
Ain't nothin' the same (come on now)

I be makin' all them pay (Heeey)
In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
I be out ryden dirtay (Heeey)

In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
I be makin' all them pay (Heeey)
In the hood, I be tryin' to slang that J
I be out ryden dirtay (Heeey)

You see I'm an old school dirty ryda
I used to have a mothafuckin' ice cream truck
That I'd slang my bags from
Yea you might get a mold, and bag of chips and fine pop from me mothafucka
And all the mutha fuckas in the hood knew it
When they see the mutha fucka come jinglin' up the block
They knew it was comin'
Sweet time (heeey)

Psychopathic RydasYah YahMothafuckaWe own DetroitBitch, put you mothafuckin' hands upDetroit, New York, LA, Florida, Boston
Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)Rydas ryde out (Whut)Rydas ryde out (Yeah boy)Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)

We be the dick and vagina hiduzFrom the back sidersPsychopathic RydasWhitey tighties ain't tighterWe be the cheeva rollersOne more, we creezy guzzlersBitch mothafuckaSmoke us natural born street hustlasWe be the hatchet sportersStink of kiss supportersIn the Keys of FloridaMakin' deals on Motorolas (yea)We be drapin' platinum, goldJet-black RolesMy rice and rolls can holdPo-po on payrollWe be the holders of stub stopsNo doubtStick you up, make out the backDrop and ride out
While other bitches dream aboutThe Rydas be on the streetAnd we be about itCheck to see if I demand bankrollWith a rubber bandIf you a Ryda, then you like my fuckin' brother-manSo now let's get this cheddarAnd do the things we gotta doFind a chicken headThat the whole crew can run thruSippin' on the crissyUntil the bottle lookin' lowSend the same freak bitchTo the mothafuckin' store (Take yo ass to the store)Then we ride outBitch, you know it's all the sameWhen you fuckin' with them ballers hoYou can keep the change (ching)
Rydas ryde out (Whut)Rydas ryde out (Yeah boy)Rydas ryde out (Whut)Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)
Rydin' old golds don't come with no big shit big ShitYou shoulda know you can't fuck witNiggas from the hoodThey ain't about talkin' shitThey about robbin' suckas And emptin' clipsIn the mouth of a bitch who ain't actin't rightTo any bitch-made nigga, you don't wanna fightWith five true RydasHot flow providersTwo southwesters, three eastsiders (Eastsiede!)Cell Block runnin' down sucka with the heatOut the window bitch (Blah)Steady blazin' indoTake a puff and pass it to my homies (Right here, right hea!)Cock that gat and unload on all you phonies (Plah!)You catch a slug hoSplatterin' ya blood hoGrave get dug bitchIt ain't no low-low
My name is Bullet (zeom)I be what is known as a gangstaShackin' up in the hide-outAnd when I ride outI put an eye outI'm in a black truckBumpin' down the blockwindows tintedNuttin' but a gat hangin' out (Blahow)Boyz n da hoodI'll be the cat in the back seatEyes buggin' wideWith the skully branishin' heatYa hear my pitter patter from a mile awayHead choke still fallin' down the following dayI be the maniac (Yea!)Hidin' out on the roofBustin' shots at cops for my Rydas dawgs (Whoof!)Anybody wanna see meBring a magnifyin' glassCuz I hide in the shadows And bust a cap in you assI be the killer (Bluah)You see me on the ten o'clock newsI'll put a barrel to your chestAnd blow ya feet right out ya shoes
Rydas ryde out (Whut)Rydas ryde out (Yeah boy)Rydas ryde out (Whut)Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)
You better ride outBefore we get the slide outHeat that we roll outUnload the smoke out (Blahow)Rydas dumpin' clipsBithces run for coverWhen we on your blockDuck low mothafucka (Nice!)
I won't even think twice about buckin' the vice (Blahow)You wanna bang with the berriesBe prepared to pay the price (Blahow)I'll walk up and blow a hole in you faceBefore your body even hit the floor (haha)I'm gone without a trace becauseI'm slippery, trickeryIt's like hickery, dickery, dockWhen I cock the glockPsychopathic Ryda hidin' out (what)It's like a wet cigaretteStart the Blazer up and ride out
Ride low, ride nowLike Riderman's primeAnd all them bitches in the skiesBetter open they eyesBefore the trigga-happy RydasRoll out in the black truckKeep my name out of your mouthAnd tell 'em to shut the fuck up (fuck up)
Ryda love until the E-N-DWe constentantlyCheckin' your beatsAnd bankin' on your cheesePleaseBuckle your kneesTake you car keys (Errt)Bumpin' to beats in your whipBitch, ride out on these (mothafucka)
Rydas ryde out (Whut)Rydas ryde out (Yeah boy)Rydas ryde out (Whut)Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)
Rydas ryde out (Whut)Rydas ryde out (Yeah boy)Rydas ryde out (Whut)Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka)

Bare nuts baby
We finna get our swang on
Old school throwin' down
Be some great fun
Look at my knuckles
I'm missin' three humps (ungh)
That's from bustin' heads on tump
I'ma tell you like this (Tell 'em)
You don't win
'cause I break you neck when I rock you chin
Don't take much for me to get 'em up (Plah)
Mean mug shoulder shrug
And I'ma hit 'em up (Yea)
And don't try me with the kung-fu shit
'cause I'll slack your f**kin' head
With a cue stick (Yea)
Could be I ain't the greatest around
But I damn sure crunk your face off
Believe that
Hater and Instigators
Don't test me (woo)
One throat punch'll collapse your chest piece
And it ain't no law to the dump (yeah)
25 Rydas run it up (Ye-Yeah!)
If you dump
It ain't down with the hatchet
It's manditory law that you catch it
It all starts when I sing the eye
Then everybody jumps in (ahhhh) (bye Bye)

Gangsta, Gangsta
Come and get some
Gangsta, Gangsta
Lil' boy
Gangsta, Gangsta
You don't want none

What you thought homeboy (what?)
Meet me in the street
And anybody else in the bitch who got beef
We the Ryda click fool (yeah)
And we love to fight
Foe Foe be the maf**ker down on site
Get you jaw broke ho
'cause you talk a tune
I have you sippin' out a straw
For a couple a months
For a little bit a fun (yeah-yea)
I'm fightin' two on one
Knock you out
And watch your homeboy run (Biatch)
Mean muggin' ain't a friend a mine
And if ya look at me wrong
I'ma bust you in the eye
Leave ya head wide open
With a broken nose bitch
Shoulda known trick (what?)
This ain't no hoe shit (right)

Hands up bitch
You wanna come test me?
Keep flappin' ya jaw
Get it broke quickly
Just like I leaves
Sting like a bee
Before you get up
Knock out the scene
Why you after ten
Leave you body on the pavement
Cop grabbed me
So I get three kicks in
I'm a killa
Tonight I'm steady stompin'
Takin' any mothaf**ka out
From here to Brooklyn
Give 'em brain damage
A sucka half retarded
Step on up
And be the first to get it started
Bitch I'ma nut-case
All about thumpin'
Mr. "Stomp a nigga"
And I'm still straight thumpin' (yea)

Gangsta, Gangsta
Come and get some
Gangsta, Gangsta
Lil' boy
Gangsta, Gangsta
You don't want none

Bitch if I knuckle up (wha?)
Somebody gettin' f**ked up (yup)
I'm wirin' jaw and mouths shut
Swingin' on you with the 8-0-L-B-S's
Guard your grill
I'm blowin' out ya chests (wa-cha)
My suggestion is
swing back and get beat
I been known to knock a nigga off his feet
You drinkin' all that drank
And talkin' all that flack
Now come outside
And get your mothaf**kin' drunk ass (yeah-yea)
Shakin' like a bitch
Reachin' fo yo heat
While my homeboy stompin' yo folk up in the street (Get the f**k out maf**ka)
If ya talkin' all that shit
Lookin' ta start somethin'
Me and my dawgs been down fo straight thumpin'

Don't know we droppin' directly behind our chin (whoo)
Knockin' fools out
Pick 'em out
And knock 'em out again (blah)
Slugs and frugs go fallin' to the floor (yup)
Feet start skufflin'
Moving towards the door (ahh!)
And there go Foe Foe
Drawn back with a haymake (what)
Hit the bitch so hard
That her man's leg shake
Whoo Whoo!
That's be the battle call
Straight north coast
F**k the southern jaw (yeah)
Do them thangs
Some eyes got swole (haha)
Look down and it was 6 a them hoes (bitch)
Punk mothaf**ka better recognize 5 times (ye-yeah)
Up for a beating 'cause you got f**ked up

Gangsta, Gangsta
Come and get some
Gangsta, Gangsta
Lil' boy
Gangsta, Gangsta
You don't want none

Yeah, that's how we come stompin' on mothaf**kas (whoo whoo)
(Right Right) Straight thumpin' in the club (thumpin' in the club, thumpin' in the club)
Straight dumpin' on suckas everywhere, you know what I'm sayin'
All you bitch ass nigga think you can step to the Ryda
We'll put the gats away (whoo whoo) and come see your momma with them 5th hoe
Bring it to the streets maf**ka
Ain't no punks on my team

When I sit back
Thank to myself
How mothafuckin fucked up
The World has become
It seem like violence, is the only things us mothafuckas know now days
Every time I turn around
Everywhere I look
It's anotha mothafucka killin' anotha mothafucka
And that's some mothafuckin' fucked up shit, mothafucka (Mothafuckin right)
Murder follows me wherever I go


Just the other day
Somebody shot they school up
At least that's what I been hearing everytime I turn the news up
My momma said that there'd be shit like this
I never seen it
C'mon and hit on my blunt and reminisce
Now I ask myself
Is there a way to make it stop
A way to make the gats not pop
And is it possible
For me to live the way I need to live
For me to get what I need to get
And give all that I need to give
My situation's getting major by the second
That fool that shot his whole school up
Just turned eleven (Whaaa?)
And ain't no body even thinkin' bout it
And for that I hope that every time you sleep you have a dream about it
Up in my hood it's like a warzone
If somebody got a problem with somebody
They don't last long
I seem 'em dyin' every god damn day
And the worst thing about it
I don't think it's shit
I just say it
So a...
Every day of my life
Is like ultra man meets the sun
I need to be killin' someone
I won't go 2 days without fillin' some graves
Drag 'em in the sewers
My underground caves
I kill a bitch and then hide in my trunk
Except if they come and find me
I will cry like a punk
I just look into the camera
And say mamma I'm sorry
But it's all your fault
You never bought me Atari
Murder follows me
Everywhere that I turn
Psychopathic Rydas
Boy, we never seem to learn
I just attract mad love
Wit my black trucks and black chucks
And what's up
Since I'm strictly givin' no fucks
Murder's on my tail
I don't think I'm gonna last
I'ma leave my lip fatter
Than Rikishi ass
If I get chance
I can't resist that dance
With the devil
I'm on another level
Underneath the gravel
I'm just a thang that go bump in the night
And that bump be the back of your head off a lead pipe (a lead pipe)
I'm relaxed feelin good
Knowin' I'ma mothafuckin' menace to my neighborhood

Murder
I take it, break it down, and analyze it
Manslaughter, murder one, murder two, can't hide it
Everywhere I go somebody try and take me
Pistol out my pocket, and I cock it and make 'em history
And there I go
It's the third body today
This how I killin' mothafuckas
Won't go away
I leave trails every time I walk down the street
Bystanders hoes and dealers stretched out bloody
Leave no traces
And even the cops is paid off
Ain't tryin to see incarceration
Makes you soft
16 in the clip
One in the chamber jello
Maybe it's all in my brain
But it seems like murder follows

Shit's crazy in the ghetto
Every motha fuckin' day
A nigga on parole
Now I gotta find a way
Ta get back on my feet
Gotta call Lil' Shank up
Walkin' to the crib
Saw nigga get throat cut
Blood rushed out
As the nigga started coughin'
Ain't shit a nigga could do
I kept walkin' (damn)
Got to the crib
Then I put the call in
The homie told me meet me at 9
We get to ballin'
Get my chucks on
Headed back on the block
Got to tha corner
See anotha sucka get shot
Look like he caught heat from an AK
Semi-auto aint no escape when bullets spray
The young brotha took like six in the chest (damn)
One straight shot lay the little kid to rest
And the little girl gots ta look about ten (shit)
Somebody got to tell her I'ma never see her again

Everywhere we go from the suburbs to the hoods of the ghetto
Where the lil' niggas grow
I used to be a lil' nigga myself
And learn quick
Momma insisted that they focus on my mothafuckin' wealth
All I had was my dogs (WOOF)
And my ma's kept it tight
Tell me, "Shank do momma proud and do somthin' with ya life"
Don't waste your time tryin' to be anotha useless thug
Or locked up like your cuzin tryin' to sell some drugs
Your the only one left in this family tree
Anotha year past
Now my momma 53
And ain't a damn thing changed in my life at all
Stickin' niggas for they paper
Make my bank a cap tall
And perhaps a mothafucka catch a slug in his chest
He not a trooper
If he was, he woulda had a fuckin' vest
I ain't got time to consider
The right things to do
Besides the right thing to do don't always pay for bills and food (echoed)