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 entourage 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)