The Rydas - Yall Crew Ain’t Nothing lyrics

Real Rydas up in this bitch
(Bitch, bitch, bitch)
Real, real Rydas up in this bitch 
(Bitch,  bitch, bitch)
Real Rydas up in this bitch
(Bitch, bitch,  bitch)
Real, real Rydas up in this bitch
(Bitch, bitch, bitch)

I'm a Ryda, y'all crew ain't nothin'
But soft-ass shit talk
All of y'all frontin'
Punk motherfuckers ain't down with this
Only real Rydas up in this bitch
Let 'em know!
I'm a Ryda, y'all crew ain't nothin'
But soft-ass shit talk
All of y'all frontin'
Punk motherfuckers ain't down with this
Only real Rydas up in this bitch
Let 'em know!



Kidnap your secret fast, you know my pedigree
Playing in the game no timeouts or referees
You bitches could never be on
My level or the map
Just keep your suit pressed for the dirt nap
(Uh, huh) my crew is all that, all G
And I know that they don't want to see
And I keep them guns by the dozens
Shells by the hundred
So you don't want no problems
It ain't nothing (Not nothin')

Listen and shut the fuck up, pay attention
Turn your headlights off and take
Your key out the ignition
Do you follow a religion? I
Suggest you start praying
See them shooters in the woods
One word and they sprayin'
See all you cliques
Takin' meetings up with Jesus
Put a phone him at the red light
And shot 'em all to pieces
Ya crew wasn't shit
Now you out here riding solo
6 dead homies, pistols pointed at your Polo

I'm a Ryda, y'all crew ain't nothin'
But soft-ass shit talk
All of y'all frontin'
Punk motherfuckers ain't down with this
Only real Rydas up in this bitch
Let 'em know!
I'm a Ryda, y'all crew ain't nothin'
But soft-ass shit talk
All of y'all frontin'
Punk motherfuckers ain't down with this
Only real Rydas up in this bitch
Let 'em know!

My name is Van Dyke Gordy
I'm a fucking gang leader
Come to shoot your whole porch up
I know today's Easter
And you on your way to church
And got your dumb ass murked
Just because you had the wrong
Hood on your t-shirt
I'm a Eastside killer AK-47 shooter
Put the fear of God in your chest
He screaming hallelujah
Knock you out your boots just how Imma do him
Cock the Ruger
Mop your top until the doctor say
(We lose him)

All my Rydas on a come up
Streets ain't never easy blindfold Birdbox
Bitches you'll never see me
And if it ain't business or family
Then it's beneath me
Heaven's waiting for me
But the streets wanna keep me
Still ridin' the same, it's not a game
So we panned away the bullshit
And the real Rydas remained
Keep it pushing ain't a damn thang changed
But the year for the OG Rydas is right here!

I'm a Ryda, y'all crew ain't nothin'
But soft-ass shit talk
All of y'all frontin'
Punk motherfuckers ain't down with this
Only real Rydas up in this bitch
Let 'em know!
I'm a Ryda, y'all crew ain't nothin'
But soft-ass shit talk
All of y'all frontin'
Punk motherfuckers ain't down with this
Only real Rydas up in this bitch
Let 'em know!

Yeah (Slug) i'm the motherfucking dope man
I got money off the pop like the Coke can
Y'all sweeter than some fuckin'
Powdered toast man
Assed out, I'm smoking you like a roach
(Damn) east side, west side
They all getting service
I've been over sellin' rock
And committing murders
Flippin' birdies while you
Motherfuckers flippin' burgers
Lil' Slug on the back of my Ryda jersey

I got a motherfuckin' problem
With everyone so
I'm rydin on anyone not a Ryda
Bitch, you must pack a pause like a comma
But I'd rather find a cause of the drama
Put my balls in the jaws of they mamas
Cause your families involved when you
Fuck with The Rydas
And get raggedy like a saw when
It cuts through the drama
I got memories of it all
Every bullet deposit i got your mom and them
Hiding in a goddamn closet

I'm a Ryda, y'all crew ain't nothin'
But soft-ass shit talk
All of y'all frontin'
Punk motherfuckers ain't down with this
Only real Rydas up in this bitch
Let 'em know!
I'm a Ryda, y'all crew ain't nothin'
But soft-ass shit talk
All of y'all frontin'
Punk motherfuckers ain't down with this
Only real Rydas up in this bitch
Let 'em know!

Ay! They call me Miller Low Life
'cause when I hold mic
It look like I'm finna knock
Back a whole pint
M double L, call me Meezy for short
I'm finna get a fuckin'
Olde and some 'ports
And y'all niggas ain't about shit
We got y'all surrounded
I smash a 40 bottle on your
Head after I down it i'm wilin'
Shooting at your feet with the mallet
Now dance, nigga, dance America's Got Talent
Dreadhead nigga finna shit on your crew
Need some screws for my brain
Cause I'm missing a few
I put my foot in your ass
Now there's shit on my shoe and when I die
I make sure I'm still grippin' a brew
(Meezy)

I'm a Ryda, y'all crew ain't nothin'
But soft-ass shit talk
All of y'all frontin'
Punk motherfuckers ain't down with this
Only real Rydas up in this bitch
Let 'em know!
I'm a Ryda, y'all crew ain't nothin'
But soft-ass shit talk
All of y'all frontin'
Punk motherfuckers ain't down with this
Only real Rydas up in this bitch
Let 'em know!