Psychopathic Rydas - 4 My Rydas lyrics

Motherfucker gold fillings out his mouth!

Yo! This is motherfuckin' Full Clip!
The Psychopathic Ryda up
In this motherfucker!
I'd do anything, anything

For my Rydas, I stay loked out
Comin' with that thug shit
Everybody and they mama know about
Khakis on crease with my hand
On my piece of mine
We clique'd and ready to ride tonight
Now who, if anybody at all
Lookin' to stand against us, against us
You sure to fall odds are against you
So don't pretend to be affiliated with the
Rydas when we're dumpin' at you

For my Rydas, I just might have to
Duct tape your body, ransom you, kidnap you
Nail a mic to your hand until it squirt blood
I feel alive, when I hate
It only hurts to love
Fuck your thought, if you die
It's your own fault
Real Rydas ride, Rydas don't walk
And killers don't talk, get outlined in chalk
The onе who got away
The one who didn't get caught
For my Rydas, hatе us or you love us
We love the underground
Cuz all the dirt's above us
Stay filthy until the day they kill me
Rather be carried by six
Than judged by twelve, that's guilty

We still ridin' sideways
There ain't no way you can stop it
All my Rydas, keep the gat out the window
'stead of the jump all my Rydas
Keep the safety of the heat ready to dump

For my Rydas (yeah)
I'll burn your whole block to the ground
I'm extra saucy when I'm hangin' around
(Bitch) don't doubt the attire
Return fire like a GI joe
Smokin' weed with my mink on the floor
It's all about Mr benjamin (yeah)
So I ride 'em and then spread 'em out cold
Like two fifths of some old dry gin
Do it now, fuck then, it won't happen again
Given a chance
None of y'all would ever be rappin' again

(For my Rydas) Shit, what you need?
(With my Rydas) We split your
Dome and watch it bleed
Where Cell Block? Where Foe Foe? Shit
Where's Bullet?
If Converse and Shank see your wig
They gonna pull it
On top of that, Sawed Off, he come strapped
And brings enough ammo to hold
A fuckin' army back
Understand this, you bitch-ass pussy butt
Anything my homies needs, consider it done
Cuz my R-Y-D-A-S, partners
Come better than the chest pain
We heartstoppers
Rydas, we together like a sweater
Take a look yo, Cizzle Bleezy
Bring the motherfuckin' hook!

We still ridin' sideways
There ain't no way you can stop it
All my Rydas, keep the gat out the window
'stead of the jump all my Rydas
Keep the safety of the heat ready to dump

Who in this bitch bangin'
Colored gang rag hangin'? Ride with me
Help me understand what set you claimin'
Non-Rydas, slugs all up inside you
Have you laid out in your funeral attire
We from the streets
Lokes sendin' out death notes
Satisfaction guaranteed from the gunsmoke
For my Rydas, do or die, we're livin' it up
Creepin' through in a truck
Heated up like what?

For my Rydas, I shoots the prostitutes
That tries to hide our loots in they boots
You's 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 "Po, fuck off!"
For my Rydas, I'm more than a bad guy
Put a fuckin' slug in your forehead, boy
My shit is bumpin', dopeman, hoes flock to me
Pop, drop the top, they call me Dr jewelry
And I love it, Rydas stay high and above it
I got the neeny for the weenies
Tryin' to make somethin' of it
Motherfucker!

We still ridin' sideways
There ain't no way you can stop it
All my Rydas, keep the gat out the window
'stead of the jump all my Rydas
Keep the safety of the heat ready to dump