Psychopathic Rydas

Psychopathic Rydas - Gangsta Shit lyrics

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Psychopathic Rydas up in that bitch ass, mutha fucka

Trigga deep

When you see us coming, turn the fuck around

And get the fuck on

Lil Shank

Speak on these fools







I drop gangsta shit

With my gangsta click

And everybody on the otherside

Suck my dick

Now with my gangsta ways

And gangsta walk

I spit gangsta shit

Everytime I talk

Now what you mutha fuckas know bout a Ryda in black?

Who be invested all his chedda on these trees and gats

I got ammunition to bring the fuckin' drama whenever

Who wanna talk shit, where it's at, bitch whatever

Who wanna test me, simply get your wig pushed back

Me and my four Ryda homies ready for the attack

And if ya think we coming full

You better grab your grip

Cause Lil Shank and the Rydas

On some gangsta shit (mutha fucka!)



Rydas (Whut!)

Ryda (Whut!)

Where you at y'all?

We be dumpin out the cut

It's all

Gangsta Shit

It'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-fucka

Rydin' n fuckin' my shit

Bitch I'ma thug

Bitch, this shit 4 life mutha fucka

Bullet, let these mutha fuckas know summ 



Look at my craw

It's like bump bump bumpin'

Psychopathic Ryda

Dump dump dumpin'

Jump jumpin up, everybody's runnin'

King Kong Ryda Daddy

Bullet-Zilla's comin

Strompin on crabs

Crushin' on hogs

Can I be at one from a Ryda, dogg? (heeey)

I don't respect your set

Fuck your hood

Fuck your baby mamma

And ya know I could, bitch

I leave you missin like Twin Gats (ugh)

Lost deep in a cave wit dem rats and bats

My name is Bullet

Soul gonna pierce your brain

Sever your spine and leave your limbs dinglin'

Dis is gangsta shit, this is all I know

So 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 cut

It's all

Gangsta Shit

It'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 loud

Friendly and sayin' shit

Y'all need to do us all a mutha fuckin' favor

Shut the fuck up!

Full Clip, fuck these niggas 



Dump (dump)

Blaugh (blaugh)

Whistle (whistle)

Pop (pop)

That be the Psychopathic Rydas at the Moma Cop

And it don't stop, fizzle cleazay

Sprung legs get popped with a swizzle greasy

Fo Sheezy

We represents tha D

East to the West Side

And everything in between

We never seen

Unless we in a dress code

Hoods and black trunks

Foot thick bank rolls 



We the hardest clique

Kickin' gangsta shit

Any bitches that oppose can eat a fat dick

I'm out fo the money

So bitches better freeze

And when we on yo block go and call the police

Fool, I get out the corner, pull the heat from my waist

Cock the hammer back and let one go in yo face

And leave yo mutha fuckin body lyin on the floor

And wait with the Rydas to end with the law (Psychopatchic!) 



Rydas (Whut!)

Ryda (Whut!)

Where you at y'all?

We be dumpin out the cut

It's all

Gangsta Shit

It's all 

Gangsta shit, (and we) married to the game and we hates to quit 



From Chicago's south side

To Houston's Fifth Ward

Watts, South Central

All of that shit, on and on

We want it all

The underground

The overground

Foe Foe, come wit it man. 



Bitch, you ain't learnt?

Rydas don't die

Foe Foe representin'

Smokin' choke and stayin' high

All you ho's get your hands up

Put your petty cash up

The Rydas want the safe

And all the shit under the mattress

Drop, get on the floor

Don't make me have to get yo ho's

Cause if I do they'll find your body in another time zone

Mind blown with this gangsta shit (gangsta)

Have your whole block blown ta bits

Then fuck your bitch

I'm on some thug shit

On the corner, hustle sell drug shit

Rydin' with my homies

Bustin' shots at punk ass kids (blah!!!)

Ain't nobody game like us

We love to bust

We love da rust

And watch you blood gush 



Rydas (Whut!)

Ryda (Whut!)

Where you at y'all?

We be dumpin out the cut

It's all

Gangsta Shit

It's all

Gangsta 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 faacko

That's Bullet, Foe Foe, Full Clip, Lil' Shank, and I'm Cell Block

Psychopathic mutha fucka (Ye-ah!)



Detroit's, infamous, Psychopatchic Rydas

Back...10 feet deep up in that bitch ass

Foe Foe, Cell Block, Lil' Shank, Full Clip, and Bullet

Ryden Dirty, mutha fuckaaa!

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