The Rydas - Drop ’Em lyrics

Fuckin' with me and you gonna get dropped
Fuck the police, fuck the pigs, fuck the cops
We the Rydas and we 'bout to knock you out
Semi-automatic 'cause you know that's
What I'm 'bout

I could break your face with my
Fist without missin' a beat
You wanna talk like you a Ryda
But you quick to retreat
The whole crew know I got this
When I pull out the heat
You just a wannabe gangsta
Who I'm finna delete (Bye bye)

Bitch, you in the midst of a Rydas original
I'm the type to take your bread
Leave you for dead individual
While you snippin' out residuals
I'm on the block
Gettin' that weight up, my


Focus on the paper, why I stay up
Can't catch up
Look like actors playin' dress up
Knock 'em out, drop 'em where they stand
'cause I'm fed up
All you tough talkin' thugs
Keep catchin' slugs
Fresh from the clip out the barrel of my gun

We gon' drop 'em (To the floor)
We gon' drop 'em (Let 'em know)
'Bout to die, motherfucker!
We gon' drop 'em (To the floor)
We gon' drop 'em (Let 'em know)
We the Rydas, motherfucker!

Drop these motherfuckers on the
Block where they stand
In the hood pushin' weight
The man with the plan
Fifty round drums on you bums, get it right
It's Big Dip on these bitches
Dumpin' slugs every night

Twin Desert Eagles
Black talons and a death wish
Blood by the gallons spillin' out
Now you a mess, bitch
Dirty play for money, extra Gucci
Snatch a necklace
Popped another dummy then I scratched
Him off the check list

Yeah, drop 'em like this beat
See Rydas is to the streets (Rydas)
We them ones that hit and run
It's fuck 'em in they piece
Fold 'em like a crease if they
Tryin' to fuck with these
You see I'm tryin' to words that you speak

Fuck the law, 40 cal with damage
Any ops I pop ya mouth, go splash the cannon
Go zoom, stuff 'em in tombs
Straight out the womb
I been bad before Mike Jack, my jack booms!

We gon' drop 'em (To the floor)
We gon' drop 'em (Let 'em know)
'Bout to die, motherfucker!
We gon' drop 'em (To the floor)
We gon' drop 'em (Let 'em know)
We the Rydas, motherfucker!

Suckers and pussies and bitches without dicks
Talkin' lotta trash but really
Ain't about shit say they stackin' cash
But the paper they never get
Coo-coo crazy for mine so they
Call me a lunatic
Like the hunger defined true
Level a Ryda spit that even flow
Even though I be keepin' it sick
Like the hunger defined true
Level a Ryda spit that even flow
Even though I be keepin' it sick

I'ma draw a chalk line where
Your motherfuckin' body lies (Boom)
Drop your body in the dirt
While your mama cries (Yeah)
Eyes on the prize, fat titties and thighs
(What) y'all suckers gotta drop when
The Rydas arrive

Sawed Off, rollin' up
I'm 'bout to drop 'em like a bad habit
Get that green growin' crops
Because I love cabbage (Yup)
Causin' damage so I don't ever get invited
(Nope) first to battle bullies
Leavin' all you haters quiet

We gon' drop 'em (To the floor)
We gon' drop 'em (Let 'em know)
'Bout to die, motherfucker!
We gon' drop 'em (To the floor)
We gon' drop 'em (Let 'em know)
We the Rydas, motherfucker!

We gon' drop 'em (To the floor)
We gon' drop 'em (Let 'em know)
'Bout to die, motherfucker!
We gon' drop 'em (To the floor)
We gon' drop 'em (Let 'em know)
We the Rydas, motherfucker!