Psychopathic Rydas - Who? lyrics

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!
(Bring it to 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 killers
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
Different day, what, different bitch
And at least once a month
My whole entourage switch
Hands down, motherfuckers, 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
Hey yo Full Clip, bring it to 'em!

Ooh who's that? Clip from the Rydas
Dumpin' out bystanders at the cops behind us
Ooh who's that? Your motherfuckin' killer
Pull out my nine and blast
You in your grills, yeah!
Oooh who's that? The winner of bread
Put your face on the curb and
Kick the back of your head
Oooh who's that? Hatchet representer fool
Hood in a black truck
Ryda 'til I die, that's who!

I don't give a fuck how many caps they peel
Fuck they crew and all they motherfuckin'
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 motherfuckers 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 motherfuckin' shit, bottom line!
Fuck this 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 buttcheeks
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)