Psychopathic Rydas - 4 My Rydas | Текст песни

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• Psychopathic Rydas
• 4 My Rydas

(Full Clip)
Yo! This is mutha-fuckin' Full Clip!
The Psychopathic Ryda up in this mutha-fucka
I'd do anything, ANYTHING.

(Lil' Shank)
For my Rydas, I stay loc'd out
Commin' with that thug shit
Everybody and they mama know about
Khakis on crease with my hand on my piece
Somehow we click and ready to ride tonight
Now, who if anybody at all
Looking to stand against us
Against us your sure to fall
Odds are against you
So don't pretend to be affiliated
With the Rydas when were dumpin' at you

(Converse)
For my Rydas, I just might have to
Duct tape your body, ransom ya, kidnap, yea
Nail a mic to your hand 'til it squirt blood
I feel alive, when I hate it only hurts to love
Fuck you and your thought, if you die its your own fault
Real Rydas ride, Rydas don't walk, and
Killas don't talk, get outlined in chalk
The one who got away, the one that didn't get caught
For my Rydas, hate us or you love us
We love the Underground cuz all the dirt's above us
Stay filthy until the day they kill me
I rather be carried by six than judged by twelve as guilty

(Chorus)
We still Rydin' sideways there's no way you can stop it
For my Rydas keep the gat out the windows dead on the draw
For my Rydas keep the safety off the heat ready to dump

(Foe Foe)
For my Rydas, I burn your whole block down to the ground
I'm extra saucy when I'm hangin' around
Don't doubt the attire return fire like a G.I. Joe
Smokin' weed with my mink on the floor
It's all about Mr. Benjamin
So I robbed him and his friend
I'm out cold like two-fifths of some old dried gin
Do it now, fuck, then it won't happen again
Given the chance none of ya'll would ever be rappin' again

(Full Clip)
For my Rydas!
Shit, what you need?
With my Rydas!
We spilt your dome and watch it bleed
Where's Cell Block? Where's Foe Foe? Shit, where's Bullet?
If Converse and Shank see your wig there gonna pull it
On top of that Sawed Off, he comes strapped
And brings enough ammo to hold a fuckin' army back
Understand this, you bitch ass pussy butt
Anything my homies need consider it done
Cuz my R-Y-D-A-S partnas'
Come better than a chest pain, we're heart stoppers
Ryda weave together like a sweater, take a look
Yo, Shizzle Bleezy, bring that mutha-fuckin' hook

(Chorus)
We still Rydin' sideways there's no way you can stop it
For my Rydas keep the gat out the windows dead on the draw
For my Rydas keep the safety off the heat ready to dump

(Sawed Off)
Who in this bitch bangin', color gang rag hangin'?
Ride with me, help me understand what set your claimin'
Non-Rydas, slugs all up inside ya
Have ya laid out in your funeral attire
We from the streets, loc, sending out death notes
Satisfaction is guaranteed from the gun smoke
For my rydas, do or die we livin' it up
Creepin' through in a truck heated up like what

(Bullet)
For my Rydas, I shoot the prostitutes
That tries to hide our loots in they boots
Yous a silly bitch get slapped off your heels
And get your shitty ass back up and earn your meals, bitch
Hoodies throw, up we ride past slow
Past the police station, we honk and blast the po'
Fuck off for my Rydas, I'm more than a bad guy
Put a fuckin' slug in your head boy
My shit is bumpin', dopeman hoes flock to me
I drop the top, they call me Dr. Jewelry
And I love it, Rydas stay high and about it
I got a mini for you weenies
Tryin' to make something of it

(Chorus)
We still Rydin' sideways there's no way you can stop it
For my Rydas keep the gat out the windows dead on the draw
For my Rydas keep the safety off the heat ready to dump