Psychopathic Rydas Album

[No lyrics]

(Converse)
When we ride, you can't hide don't let me see ya
Fuck you, bullets burn you're ass like gonorrhea
My dirty ass bitch, Nina, you don't wanna see her
Converse, much worse, I just might O-D ya
I sit at the crib and just polish my gun
Until I get the call, it's time to murder someone!
You gotta R-I-D-E or D-I-E
Come and join this murder army and be all you can be
(ride out)

(Bullet)
Time to ride muthafucka it's over!
Throw the hoodies up jump in the black Rover
Throwing, fist fighting, and stabbing anything significant
When it's time to ride we magnificent
And if we rydin' on you hoe it's over
Call me John Deere I'll mow all you hoes over
Left hooks, kickin' and beating muthafuckas with bricks
When it's time to ride you ain't shit

(Foe Foe)
I'ma start the end of that shit they shoulda finished
So keep the truck running I'll be back here in a minute
I'ma boss and this is a stick up get on the floor
Before I rock up on that rent a cop standin' by the door
Fuck it,
I shot him and shot the owner while I was at it
Im Issueing death wishes to victims with automatics
I'm tired of him talking shit and telling us to leave
So this time I came alone and I'm leaving with the cheese

(Chorus 2x)
When it's time to ride.. We ride deep!
When it's time to ride.. We don't sleep!
We come bustin' BANG We come bustin' BANG
We come bustin' BANG We come bustin' BANG

(Full Clip)
What the fuck is this, you all up in my business
Try to ride on my clique, you get popped bitch
Shit, when I ride, I'll leave your pockets dry
Peel out on my block, while I'm bustin' at the sky
Lay you down on the curb, no money and jeweless
Always down to do this, I'll pistol whip your crew list
Chillin' some cool whip, get it bubblin' and crackin'
Dippin' out so quick I'll leave you wondering what happened

(Cell Block)
Ya'll ain't ready, ya'll done fucked up
Might and gone all stupid with my cash when I was out to spark the re up
It's time for you to reassassinate, and time to ride
You never thought I'd get up and organize a drive by
Now I'm rolling shotty with the chopper on my lap
Just hit you alone with a couple Slugs up in your neck
Pushed your wig back, get all on my cash
Then some while my homies take out any witness to the mayhem

(Chorus 2x)
(Chorus 2x)
When it's time to ride.. We ride deep!
When it's time to ride.. We don't sleep!
We come bustin' BANG We come bustin' BANG
We come bustin' BANG We come bustin' BANG

(Sawed Off)
When my homies call me up I roll myself a blunt
Smokin' down on my front porch until they pick me up
We rydin' time for some action
Pistol grip pump on my lap, about to get shit crackin'
Muthafucka test me bitch I don't give a fuck (what)
Have you laid out in the back of the black truck
Who bang on any punk insight?
Cause when its time for the rydas to ride we out all night

(Lil' Shank)
I got my baseball glove, black truck full of thugs
Bandanas everywhere, ain't no muthafuckin' love
Mean muggin throwin' signs
Enough bullets to kill everyone and they mama twice,
Cold as ice
You don't want beef, bring the heat to your barbeque pit
And rob everybody there for they shit
If you don't want nothin' better get your ass inside
Cause the rydas in this muthafucka and it's time to ride!

(Chorus 2x)
When it's time to ride.. We ride deep!
When it's time to ride.. We don't sleep!
We come bustin' BANG We come bustin' BANG
We come bustin' BANG We come bustin' BANG

Check your shit in bitch, Foe Foe, Bullet, Full Clip, Sawed Off, Lil Shank, Cell Block and I am Converse. Psychopathic Rydas back bitch! Check your shit in.. bitch

Whussup son
Thats right, Lil' Poot up in this piece, fool!
Lil' Shank and Foe Foe reppin' the Ryda Clique son

All my niggas that be puttin' it down
Smokin' and representin' your town
Black trucks with the bumps
Straight G shit
I'm a Ryde for life and we ain't never gonna quit
Will you ride with me
Smoke with me
Steady, blazin' weed, by the b-a-g'z
Cold D'z got your eyeballs spinnin', hoe winnin'
Flashin' me the tongue ring
Hopin' that she can get in
Low ryde with 2 hoes in the back
With the windows down so you can catch a contact
Watch your wig flip straight to the back
Like you witness the car jack
And somebody hit you with gat, Damn!
Ain't no playas when we ryde
(Ain't no body playin' when we ryde
Non smokers outside suckers)
Lil Poot, Lil Shank and Foe Foe
Quick to slap a bitch
Quicker to burn some indo
Let it roll the windows up
And tell your bitch quit starin'
Cause she will get f**ked
Foe Foe pumpin up the Ryda Clique
And anybody got a problem with it
(Keep it in yur mouth and shit)

Well my niggas that's puttin' it down (Rep a nigga)
Smokin' and representin' your town (Rep a nigga)
Black trucks with the bumps,
Straight G Shit
I'm a Ryde for life and we ain;t never gonna quit

Well my niggas that's puttin' it down (Rep a nigga)
Smokin' and representin' your town (Rep a nigga)
Black trucks with the bumps,
Straight G Shit
I'm a Ryde for life and we ain't never gonna quit

I'm a R-I-D-E for L-I-F-E
A P-I-M-P
Well I might be
But i'm a thug nigga, you can count on that
With the black khakis and chucks and a muthaf**kin' ski mask
We blast, on bitches like you
We don't hafta have a reason
We just do what we do
And we do it so well
That we ain't never gonna stop
We get, swangin' things or unloadin' blocks
And if the playa hatas on the other side wanna talk
(This a message from the Rydas)
All of ya'll can eat a dick bitch
I'm a keep puffin' my weed and swangin' my sacks
And makin' underground chedda free of income tax
Foe Foe got my back like a muthaf**kin' coat
(And if you wanna f**k with us)
I suggest that you don't
I'm a Ryda bitch (You know it)
And if you the enemy
You get 40's poured out in your memory! (Biotch)

Well my niggas that's puttin' it down
Smokin' and representin' your town
Black trucks with the bumps,
Straight G Shit
I'm a Ryde for life and we ain't never gonna quit

Well my niggas that's puttin' it down (Rep a nigga)
Smokin' and representin' your town (Rep a nigga)
Black trucks with the bumps,
Straight G Shit
I'm a Ryde for life and we ain't never gonna quit

Well
Me and Foe Foe
We like ryden on your set
Leavin' enemies pumped up and sidewalks wet
Ain't a neighborhood out there don't know me
I'm in a black navigator 2000 and 3
John Walsh couldn't see me on America's Most
I'll leave the muthaf**ker hangin' off a telephone post
Any stiches, you'll lose your tongue, you know the game
When the cops come, tou'll be tryin' to humm my name
I ain't never gonna quit, i'll ryde a black wheel chair
Pull off the strap and drop everybody here
Big Bang be the name sniffin' cane of titties
Got Rydas hot and bustin' up 57 seven cities
Don Bolion started off servin' cracks
On the street back in heat
Black hoodies and chucks
Black trucks with the fender
Slangin' that wonder
Never gonna stop till they come and drop a killa down under

Well my niggas that's puttin' it down (Rep a nigga)
Smokin' and representin' your town (Rep a nigga)
Black trucks with the bumps,
Straight G Shit
I'm a Ryde for life and we ain't never gonna quit

Well my niggas that's puttin' it down (Rep a nigga)
Smokin' and representin' your town (Rep a nigga)
Black trucks with the bumps,
Straight G Shit
I'm a Ryde for life and we ain't never gonna quit

When Cell Block hit the door
Niggas hit the floor
Rydas jackin'
Str8 dirtay pistol packin'
Smackin off suckers
Pistol whippin' busters
Ain't nobody trust ya
Punk muthaf**ka
Rydin' down the block
Black Trucks Steady Bumpin'
Hangin out the window and tryin to start somethin'
So why you actin hard and you think i'm by myself
Five niggas jump out, and beat yo ass to death (bitch)

Get the f**k out, hold up, wait a minute
Got the game unlocked, I ain't never gone quit
Fat flipper jack is with a penny on top
My grease khakis come equipped with a gat
Come and get some nuts
Get slapped with a dick
Deep in the game I ain't never gonna quit
Little Treezies, with bottles in the freezies
Psychopeezie leezie fo leezie, fo sheezie

Well my niggas that's puttin' it down (Rep a nigga)
Smokin' and representin' your town (Rep a nigga)
Black trucks with the bumps,
Straight G Shit
I'm a Ryde for life and we ain't never gonna quit

Well my niggas that's puttin' it down (Rep a nigga)
Smokin' and representin' your town (Rep a nigga)
Black trucks with the bumps,
Straight G Shit
I'm a Ryde for life and we ain't never gonna quit

(Bullet)
When I got my pimpsuit on bitch step back a minute
Pimpin ain't easy but I'm never gone quit it
Bitch get out there and work your biscuit
Bring home my fuckin' money and some breakfast with it
If he got cash bitch let swamp thing hit it
If he want ass bitch let him balls deep in it
And if somebody waitin' in line you ain't finished
Cause pussy needs money even dried and diminished, bitch

(Sawed Off)
Thuggin threw the hood in my new pimpsuit
Huntin down these hoes to try and claim my loot
Known as the magician with a gang of tricks
That be poppin' his collar while you be flappin' your lips
Keep talking shit man I'll pull your bitch
man, I'm heartless and shameless
Quit actin' like you don't know where the game is
Pull out the sawed off and make your mans heart stop
Tell him you rollin' with a pimp so back off, biatch

(Chorus 2x)
All the hookers be lovin' my, pimpsuit
All the thugs be lovin' my, pimpsuit
All the Rydas be lovin' my, pimpsuit
All the bitches be lovin' my, pimpsuit

(Full Clip)
Oh no, my pimpsuit bout to debut
When I pop my lapel bitches gotta change in sassoons
From the drip watch my dirty dip
Famous, iced out from knuckles to tip
All this non-since feed me some gators
My toes be laced with pre-historic raptors
But hold up hoe you better think twice
Cause this desert eagle will fit in your face nice

(Lil' Shank)
I pimp through life perp and crush the law
Over coat all Mink till the muthafuckin' floor
Pimp slap back hand Rolex on wrist
With so many diamonds shinin' that I'ma knock your bitch
Pimpin' don't be mad be about your skrill and get your feel
Of the finer things in life you acquire for pimpin' skills
You can put that hoe to work it don't matter how friendly she is
You turn that hooker out into a franchise business

(Chorus 2x)
All the hookers be lovin' my, pimpsuit
All the thugs be lovin' my, pimpsuit
All the Rydas be lovin' my, pimpsuit
All the bitches be lovin' my, pimpsuit

(Cell Block)
My pimpsuit is always clean
Know dat, I ate style chipped and dipped with money green
7 hoes in my stable to stack my paper in shit
And some old ass them bitches on the strip
My pimp hand is strong and my game is on point
Got your woman on my dick after rollin one joint
I walk around with no less then four hoes
I be the ghetto Hugh Heffner in the streets I suppose, bitch

(Converse)
I'm lookin' too cute in my pimpsuit
It's the Michael Jackson glitter boy with the matchin' boots
Can you feel it hoes that get my money never steal it
Cause my pimp suits are as shiny like the sun once I reveal it
It's better if then you tuxedo with matchin' Speedo's
My pimpsuit all day pays in torpedoes
So run tell your mama that the grass is greener
And get my pimpsuit fresh right up out the cleaners

(Chorus 2x)
All the hookers be lovin' my, pimpsuit
All the thugs be lovin' my, pimpsuit
All the Rydas be lovin' my, pimpsuit
All the bitches be lovin' my, pimpsuit

(Foe Foe)
I'm resurrected by the faith of my streets
And I delete all my enemies quick with the heat
My name is Foe Foe from the eastside where G's ride
And all the chickens call me "Spanky" cause I slap that back SIDE
You have a uncle wack rap, now meet your cousin pimp slap
And I'm known for pushin' front teeth straight to the back
I let it all crack and bubble laid to the point of no return
Kidnap your whole family till you finally learn

(Converse)
Bitch, my truck is black and I keeps my money stacked
In matter of fact I'm straight track jackin' and keeping them crackin'
Runnin' your platinum Rydas steamroller flatten them
Even if you got proof I killed him I still clapped him
Let's get it crackin' attackin' and gun rackin'
When the Rydas roll you know that were pistol packin'
Out the gun barrel the fire sparks and flashin'
Murder money and mayhem I'm still mashin'

(Chorus)
We get it crackin' so what's happening
Don't get a Ryda wild he'll start blastin'
We make it crackulate until the night is late
If you get a Ryda wild it's your last mistake

(Bullet)
Let's get it crackin' these bitches in here poppin' pussy
Let's get it crackin' Rydas get they fuckin' cookies
Let's get it crackin' pull your heat out aim it up and bust
Let's get it crackin' and if somebody hit they fucked
I don't give a fuck I don't fuckin' give a fuck less
Fully automatic German Uzi in the truck dash
I ride by I'ma Ryda and I ride high
Muthafuckas diein' don't no mother fuckers slide by

(Lil' Shank)
A Ryda dump a Ryda leave you layin' lookin' a bitch
Better be bumpin' if you ridin' to this
Get it crackin' your about to witness a thug in action actin' wild in the club
I got you on me wantin' the club, show me love
Or see me all in your shit runnin' your pockets quick
Tell that bitch workin' the door he can get his shit split
With the banana clip, Full Clip brought the AK
And we ain't feelin' all that no sneaker rule and tuck chains

(Chorus)
We get it crackin' so what's happening
Don't get a Ryda wild he'll start blastin'
We make it crackulate until the night is late
If you get a Ryda wild it's your last mistake

(Sawed Off)
We gettin' all yall Rydas in affect tonight
Pistol poppin' head crackin' any hater insight
We in this bitch now hoe stay on your Ps and Qs
My whole crew pack gats go 'head make your move
We get it crackin' no relaxin' when lips get flappin'
Something bound to happen, watch out ya'll
You don't want no part in this
I'll have your ass all hemmed up and your bitch all pissed

(Cell Block)
Get it crackin' you know the moment we arrive
When seven black trucks pull up with Gs up inside
Bitches run out beggin' for a glimpse at a pimp
And a chance to be the third trick on my hip, come on bitch
Now your man's upset talking all types of madness
Pull out the heat and I blast on that bastard
Grab hoe into the club and crack the 40
The Rydas keep it live for everybody at the party

(Chorus 2x)
We get it crackin' so what's happening
Don't get a Ryda wild he'll start blastin'
We make it crackulate until the night is late
If you get a Ryda wild it's your last mistake

(Bullet)
Gunsmoke.
I wanna live to be an old ass gangsta tired as fuck
and in a black wheelchair rollin' down a hill bustin'
I don't lift shit or work out, I do finger curls
I'm straight gangsta, smoking sherm and fuckin' fat girls

(Lil' Shank)
Now get her barkin' at cha her vital leave you missin' a jump
Turn a jump into a powerful punch she got that vibe
And power other side of the gat a shaky muthafucka
Who was thuggin' 2 minutes ago but now he just a sucka

(Full Clip)
When my pistol goes POW you head gets to drippin'
When my pistol gets to swingin everybody's dippin'
In the club in the streets or all up in your bedroom
Bitch now run that shit or feel Full Clip's full clip

(Sawed Off)
Can you smell that thick smoke gunpowder sucka
Straight from the barrel to your dome muthafucka
Inhale exhale that smells so well
Sawed off shotgun heavy smoke big shells

DAMN Sawed Off just blew your muthafuckin' head off
(Sawed off, hauled off, and blew your jaw off)

(Chorus)
Gunsmoke worse then secondhand lung smoke
Smoke toke fall asleep forever never woke
Rydas ride on every bitch until they get broke
Gunsmoke slit throats bitch don't get choked
Gunsmoke simmer down hoe don't provoke
Gunsmoke better he the murder that the Rydas wrote

(Cell Block)
My 9 millimeter stays loaded ready to explode
And leave a couple holes in your fuckin' Fubu clothes
Still bustin' out the window of a black truck
If you a gangsta and feel me throw ya guns up, GUNS UP

(Foe Foe)
I been blinded by the smoke from my sawed off double barrel 12 gauge
With tape on the handle straight from the old days
Original gangsta '85 is when I started sellin' weed for my father
From here to Pearl Harbor

(Bullet)
I create gunsmoke but suckas never get to see that
Dead on they back with a smoky hole in they neck
I hit the smoke from the barrel it numbs like cocaine
I told my boys and now the Rydas all be gunsmokin'

(Full Clip)
Suffer to ya dome, nose smell the smoke before you die
Gunpowder mixed with that Peruvian ya-ya
Brains splattered on the wall a hole in ya head
But I ain't wastin' my oop I scoop it up and sell it again

You stupid mother fucker don't provoke the gunsmoke

(Chorus)
Gunsmoke worse then second hand lung smoke
Smoke toke fall asleep forever never woke
Rydas ride on every bitch till they get broke
Gunsmoke slit throats bitch don't get choked
Gunsmoke simmer down hoe don't provoke
Gunsmoke better he the murder that the Rydas wrote

(Sawed Off)
Watch the sparks fly and the bodies start to fall
Whole block lit up like it was Vietnam
And I ain't done letting loose yet show me ya chest
I fill it up with fuckin' pebbles and leave you with a smoky vest

(Cell Block)
BLAH I shot you there's a hole six inches wide
From the front of your chest clean threw your backside
Next time you'll notice stop your gums are flappin' low
Your just another bitch in the mist of my gunsmoke

(Lil' Shank)
Life taker is sparkling in the sun
Got smoke comin' out of her mouth like she just popped one
In somebody's direction for nothing at all
Her seeds are death assured to make anyone fall

(Foe Foe)
You can see the flame come out of the gun
If it's ya name ya better run cause I ain't yellin' for fun
You catch a hot one not one three in ya chest
And when the smoke clears I'ma be the one with the vest, BOO YA

(Foe Foe:)
24 wit the gold tip, scrimps and juice
all platinum wit the gold grip, about to get loose
triple black windows like who dat is?
Foe Foe and the Rydas in the big body Benz
All my friends is close, and my enemies closer
Til wind up pictured, on the have you seen me? poster
Sippin on the neach wit hoes feedin me grapes
I had to get up out the hood into a gated estate
All the haters need to back the fuck up
Before I back the truck up,
and leave your crew all shot and stuck up
In the hood, all the money in the world aint nuttin
That's why they always hate you for sumthin
Muthafuckas!

(Full Clip:)
Ryda convoy rollin' tough again
Black hummer H2 on the 42 spins
Scrimp and juice bar, restin in the console
Foldaway hatch with the strippers pole
Lil Shank comin through wit a gang of chickens
And plenty of that nose candy for them hoes that dippin
Takin bitches down, send em home wit limps
And I be sippin on my juice and double dippin my scrimps

(Chorus: x2)
You got that juice and scrimp,
Don't ride boy
You's a pimp
(Get your money right)
Can I ride wit you?
Boy let me ride wit you!
(Get your money right)

(Bullet:)
Get off my plate bitch, my scrimp
I walk wit a pimp limp, I'm no simp
Im a ryda, even when I walk im ridin
In the small of my back is a glock I'm hidin
When I pull out, muthafuckas fo'heads blow out
Im one them thugs, the reason you don't go out
Me and Lil shank, Full Clip, and Cell Block
Ride wit us, we drop you off shell shocked
Juice and scrimps, gangsta fury
Don't worry, weed man comin through in a hurry
And my name, you muthafuckas know my name
You won't forget it when I bury one deep in yo brain

(Sawed Off:)
Seven days a week, sippin juice, eatin shrimp
Bubbagump ain't got shit on me, man I be parlayin'
you would think I'd say bye to sea
cause the hood the whole hood smell fishy
Butter it up dawg!
Barbeque, sautéed, pin fried,
whatever tall glass of homemade wine
Juice bitch its on! When we chillin, it's like a lunch break
Cause thuggin all the time could make a muthafucka hungry

(Chorus: x2)
You got that juice and scrimp,
Don't ride boy
You's a pimp
(Get your money right)
Can I ride wit you?
Boy let me ride wit you!
(Get your money right)

(Cell Block:)
Ballin outta control,
my money folds and bills with big faces
And every money is to livin in some suitcases
My scrimp and juice is all swole, and keeps all the rydas tow up
On some dime crystal and any luxury
Cell Block got the hood unlocked, slangin all types of rock
And kill a muthafucka runnin his spot
It's my street, it's my ground and that bump is my sound
You can hear my system pound from the other side of town

(Lil' Shank:)
Since I was knee high to a big wheel
I was always determined to role wit a crew of rydas,
keeping it real
I met Bullet, Foe Foe, Full Clip, Converse, Sawed Off,
Cell Block all this shit was unheard
But we had mad dreams of makin it big
Shrimps and juice, want butter on my lobster bib
Pimpin, thuggin, rydin, mashin,
Seven black trucks parked at the ryda mansion
and it don't stop,
so go ahead wipe that cocktail sauce off yo chin
and count that money man!
Psychopathic Rydas all up in this bitch
And we don't give a shit
Go ahead and get your shrimp!

(Chorus: x4)
You got that juice and scrimp,
Don't ride boy
You's a pimp
(Get your money right)
Can I ride wit you?
Boy let me ride wit you!
(Get your money right)

(Bullet)
I'm in your face with a pistol and you bout to die
And you gon' have a fuckin' bullet hole for an eye
I need the keys to your house cause you ain't comin' home
I pull the trigger and explode your dome and then I ride off

(Full Clip)
Well I don't really know if you've been told
Full clip pops out with semi's while sippin' on Remy's
Hold up, fuck yeah! That ain't it boss I miss you and hold up your mama then ride off

(Converse)
Bitch you making me nauseaous plus I'm takin' no losses
Tell them Converse said fuck Nike Air Forces
Stolen Porches roll in Rolls Royces
But first I go swoop Sawed Off and then I ride off

(Chorus)
I put a hole in your head and then I ride off
Save the wasted breath on the buster and let my gat talk
Leave that ass dead on the muthafuckin' sidewalk
Putting hot rocks in your frame and then I ride off

(Cell Block)
Man. ain't nobody playin' anymore
I got the new Jaguar and I drove it out the store
That full of gats lookin' to line you out in chalk
Catch you at the corner bust some fuckin shot then ride off

(Chorus)
I ride off into the night bustin' shot in the air
Mean muggin' runnin' pockets like I just don't care
Selling dimes, quarters, and bitches straight up player
I ride off out this bitch into the atmosphere

(Sawed Off)
Walk into the mall all cool and calm
Leather O.J. gloves about to rob hoes blind
Snatch purse after purse till my hands is full
Hit the exit to the grip all quick and then I ride off

(Foe Foe)
When it's on then it's really on,
gat out the back of my window
Lettin' that bitch go, me and my pistol
Just so muthafuckin' off the hook
Close your mouth about the game, I wrote the book,
now ride off

(Full Clip)
Click click bang, go the gat to the teller's face
Empty the drawers then I blast everybody in the bank
Head to the next one I can't get enough
Taking all this easy free ass money then I ride off

(Cell block)
It was a murder scene a drug deal gone bad
There were bodies everywhere with guns still in hand
But I was still standing with all the lights off
So I grabbed the duffle bag of the dope and ride off

(Chorus)
I put a hole in your head and then I ride off
Save the wasted breath on the buster and let my gat talk
Leave that ass dead on the muthafuckin' side walk
Putting hot rocks in your friend and then I ride off

(Bullet)
Playas get smacked the fuck up and then jacked for they black truck
And then I fuckin' run them over and back up
The Rude Boy said a bitch that don't suck dick
She'll get a fuckin' bullet hole in her tit, and then he rode off

(Converse)
Ryda ride out when he gotta get paid
Ryda rock, Ryda roll, my back seat, my 12 gage
When I bang a bust, smokin' angel dust
But first I knock the rust out your ass and then I ride off

(Foe Foe)
I'ma roll my window down
and point the barrel at your girlfriend's head
And leave the both of yall dead
Like blaow! splatterin' you and your bitch
Then I double back and get the witnesses,
and then I ride off

(Sawed Off)
When I be at the club I always get mean mugged
By some little punk muthafuckin' wannabe thugs
It happens all the time so now I keep me a 9
Wait in the parking lot,
commit my assault and then I ride off

(Chorus)
I put a hole in your head and then I ride off
Save the wasted breath on the buster and let my gat talk
Leave that ass dead on the muthafuckin' side walk
Putting hot rocks in your friend and then I ride off
I ride off into the night bustin' shot in the air
Mean muggin' runnin' pockets like I just don't care
Selling dimes, quarters, and bitches straight up player
I ride off out this bitch into the atmosphere

Muthafucka my name is Bullit, I ain't got no hollowpoint though bitch I'm smart. And know this much, we go to the eastside of the Detroit city and ride off to the west. Then we go to the Westside and ride off back to the east, we ride off back and forth. Bitch!

(Sawed Off)
I've been known as an OG ever since I was a young blood
Pimpin' through the streets, eatin' scrimp, smokin' mad bud
The older that I get, I think the more I achieve
Life of luxury, don't hate on me, make it your own and you will see
Money and green everywhere that I look
My weed house look like Frank's nursery packed with good
And if you ever try to take mine, you gonna see my gat shine
I'll shred you into leather and then bag you like some pork rinds

(Full Clip)
I don't know what happened. I like cabbage
When I put it in my hand, bitch I get savage
And make you lay down for this shit
And try your pockets, hear the 9 milli click
It's all about the president's cuz, there dead
I hang out at schools and rob lunch money from kids
I don't give a fuck what area or scene
As long as my pockets get full of the money green

(Chorus 2x)
I want my money and weed greener then the greenest
It's just like smokin' my chest
I want my money and weed greener then the white house lawn
It's just like smokin' my bong

(Lil' Shank)
Money green is my mindset
I got 700 dollars so how high can I get?
Exchange for big bills with big faces
For big bags of trees that leave you outer spacin'
Man I'm so high my Benjamin's look like 10's
So I'ma keep smokin' till they look like 100's again
Roll up the blunt, and crack the window, put the dro in the air
Lets smoke it till the bag is bare

(Foe Foe)
I got a bag full of icky sticky under my seat
And a pocket full of someone's money from a robbery
I got to hustle to make a million dollars
If fact I'm about the hit the track and let my hustle stack
It's all about the paper, and how much is for me
I can never have enough I spend it all on tree
You spend them money on hoes and I'ma keep getting blown
Been in the game since I was 3 years old

(Repeat 4x)
Put one hand on you money! Put the other in the air!
Recognize the money green! When the Rydas up in here!

(Cell Block)
It's about the money, and if you got it then you stuck
I can't help if the greens got me addicted like a drug
Worse then, a head on his knees searching for white powder
Cause I kill a muthafucka for the power of a dollar
I gotta have it, with the finest proper green to be smoked
It calm my nerves, I spark the blunt it start to choke
Money makes the world go round and all your dreams come true
Have you flauntin' all yo shit, that's why I'm coming after you

(Bullet)
I love money, I don't need it though with a strap
I leave you face down in the street with holes in your back
Bitch I'm a Ryda, I'll homicide you and your bride
Because I stack chips even within' your ass they hide
Gimmie the money green, I need my weed even greener
The weedman seen a black truck and ran but I squeezed a meaner
I'll commondeer his buds on a scale I runs his mail
I'm bringing all my money to hell, what's for sale?

(Chorus 2x)
I want my money and weed greener then the greenest
It's just like smokin' my chest
I want my money and weed greener then the white house lawn
It's just like smokin' my bong

(Repeat 4x)
Put one hand on you money! Put the other in the air!
Recognize the money green! When the Rydas up in here!

(Chorus)
We murderin' for money and were mob on the scene
It's black trucks bustin' shots in pursuit of the green
It's for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT
It's for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT
We don't accept checks we only murder for cash
So put the money in my hand or we'll put a round in that ass
It's for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT
It's for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT

(Full Clip)
What's hanging out of your fist grip? Cheddar?
So tell me playa, who is it that you need deaded
Cause I don't give a fuck who he is or where he stay
Or even his kid's names as long as I get paid
So how you want it? Blood soaked or dry?
As soon as paper it palm somebody fin to die
Fetty for murder just one way a Ryda live
Or I might take your skrilla and pop you bitch

(Bullet)
Hide your bullet, cause I'm out of control and I move fast
I blow the baby outta stroller for the right amount of cash
Bullet hold your wife for you, leave the money in the bag
But then I dump on you from paranoia, you the type to brag
I keep it dirtay, and stab wounds don't hurt me
Wind me up with chedda and then I bust, is how you work me
Fuck drama, I give a fuck less about her mama
While she crying at the funeral, we in the Bahamas
I need to murder bitch!

(Chorus)
We murderin' for money and were mob on the scene
It's black trucks bustin' shots in pursuit of the green
It's for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT
It's for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT

(Sawed Off)
Come out yo' pockets hoe, I'll get you anything you need
Murder for hire indeed, come with it
I'm a one armed bandit with a sawed off that I keep on the low
It's only used for my hitman dough
Just released to the streets, another mouth you gotta feed
Homicide, employs me, man, even Rydas gotta eat
Keep it simple, duffle bag packed with the green shit
I pitch you with the address, and watch the beef get dealt with

(Lil' Shank)
I'm fresh out the shop and sprayed with cans of paint
Doin' a buck twenty switching from lane to lane
That's when I gotta hear the call somebody wanted to hear
Somebody with no cash was talkin' some cash shit
Now when they lay down they gunna stay down to quit
So I ain't playin' I'ma dump high clips for mad chips
In the name of profit I exterminate for the game
I charge a 100 K a shot and I got real bad aim
So get your money man

(Chorus)
We murderin' for money and were mob on the scene
It's black trucks bustin' shots in pursuit of the green
It's for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT
It's for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT
We don't accept checks we only murder for cash
So put the money in my hand or we'll put a round in that ass
It's for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT
It's for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT

(Cell Block)
Only on my two-way my number is listed
Just below cold blooded killer, no remorse for the victim
On call like a doctor I don't need no fucking scalpel
My tool is a chopper, in this bitch I've made of shrapnel
I paint the block red up and down with your blood
And rummage through your pockets to clean out all your goods
No payment is needed, yo I do this shit for free
Your blood will be shed satisfaction guaranteed

(Converse)
For the money payer, sprayer, more green to weigh ya
My name is Converse, stay up, load the K up
Bust nine's ring your bell like wind chimes
Bought a brand new bitch, dropped with only quarters and dimes
So when we call for a murder, the super soaker inserter
Tell your mama get my money or I'm gonna have to squirt her
Bitch I'm not playin' cut you like I'm DJin'
Converse will kill them all for the right price payin'

(Chorus)
We murderin' for money and were mob on the scene
It's black trucks bustin' shots in pursuit of the green
It's for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT
It's for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT
We don't accept checks we only murder for cash
So put the money in my hand or we'll put a round in that ass
It's for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT
It's for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT

(Full Clip)
Who the fuck is you to say I'm guilty
So my hands are filthy, back the fuck up off me
I'm a criminal my tech-nine goes hum
Accusing me is like calling a retard dumb
From the fee to the fum, My trigger finger's numb
You can sit back and watch as my nickel plate dumps
I explode body parts with one finger squeezin'
It be killin' season, I be guilty for no reason

(Converse)
I'm the filthiest so consider me the guiltiest
The number one murder suspect on the list
Full conspiracy, and cold blooded murder allegedly
I bang with the rydas but twice as deadly separately
Plus I'm into all type of automatic weaponry
Don't play with me unless you playin' double jeopardy
For those who slept on me murder has to be committed
Leave all kinds of evidence so they know I did it

(Sawed Off)
Go ahead and throw the book at me, I'm guilty
But first you got to catch me giving up doesn't come easy
Yes, I did it I admit it what you gunna do hoe?
I'll smack the fuckin' judge and shove a gavel through his temple
Incarcerate me, you crazy? What you smokin'?
Fuck your video and tell surveillance, stop provoking'
Guilty as charged but I ain't going back behind bars
10 o'clock news, masked man armed at large

(Chorus 2x)
I'm guilty of so many things who are you to judge
Mind ya'll might wind up riddled with slugs
I'm a ryda to the very last,
you don't want us all up in your game
So mind ya'll we gunna dump up in that ass, ride off

(Cell Block)
I shot my pop's, he was a guilty drunk
He slapped my moms' up with the barrel of his gun
But then again maybe it was all around town
She was a hooker and he had to lay his pimp hand down
Shit, I don't know I was only 6 years old
Watching him every night at the table sniffin' blow
It was fucked up, I grew up way too fast
With a hooker and a dope dealin' pimp as my parents

(Foe Foe)
The whole court can get a piece of this dick
And fuck the judge and his bailiff and I'ma get the plaintiff
Never fuck with a killer who's not afraid to
Use a shotgun, glock or blade,
Finish it off with a grenade and blow your block off
Keep the top, before I put one in the side of your head
Leavin' the passenger dead
Willing to bet that in the next couple of days
They say they found a body and just throw my case away

(Repeat 2x)
I didn't do shit, I never did nothin'
Fuck that lyin' ass bitch, she frontin'
Don't judge me I didn't do shit wrong
We just kept ridin' bumpin' along

(Lil' Shank)
I'm guilty of not giving a fuck,
Guilty of grippin' a black truck
With tinted windows and the bump bump
Guilty of strappin' a loaded piece on my hip
Guilty of situations where I hustled and played a pimp
Not a simp or a mark either I hold it down like a restraint
Think I'm frontin, but I ain't
Guilty of eatin' big shrimps, and barbeque ribs
While others sellin' crack just to feed they kids, come on

(Bullet)
Bitch, I'm guilty and because of it I'm glad to be rich
I'm happy, gutter fabulous, I fuck a raggedy bitch
I ride dirtay, pull me over, Bullet is busted
He mighta not checked the trunk I take no chances, I ain't trust him
I'm a gangsta, pigs call me Bullet the monster
I'm demonstrating murder skills if anyone wants ta
Rydas are ready and guilty of all sorts
Even blowin' richies out golf carts, keep it gangsta

(Chorus 2x)
I'm guilty of so many things who are you to judge
Mind ya'll might wind up riddled with slugs
I'm a ryda to the very last,
you don't want us all up in your game
So mind ya'll we gunna dump up in that ass, ride off

(Lil Shank)
Whatever you got, I need.
Let it be coke, or speed, heroin,
or a pound of weed, I’ma take it!
Check it in bitch, you aint shit trick
Ill run you for them sneakers and them brand new fits
Man you ain't finna do shit, but go and buy some new shit
And when I see with that shit I'm gonna take that shit too bitch!
I'ma ryda and I just don’t give a fuck
I don’t need no crazy glue, my fingers are sticky enough

(Bullet)
I don’t wait until I'm broke, in fact I don’t wait at all
I see something I want, I'm runnin with it as you fall
It's all about the spontanuity, and fuckin ryda unity!
These hoes and what they do to me, check movin ain't nuttin new to me
Run it to me, check it in, you know the fuckin happenin
Rydas be a wreck in, broke a bottle stuck it in
I'm runnin from the po po, well fuck I'm runnin for nuttin
I took a deep breath, stopped, tunred around and started dumpin

(Chorus)
You don’t need that! Come about that! What you got for me? You don’t want that!
You don’t need that! Come about that! What you got for me? You don’t want that!

(Sawed Off)
Give it here, let it loose, come about it, now it's mine
Stack sheets in 'hoods is so far hard to find
So when your hittin a lick, be quick, and don’t hesitate
Tell em to run that shit, and then dare their ass to blink
I'm looking for the bling bling, money green, all things
Top notch non-stop, underground drug rings
I'm letting loose, takin it back to the streets you little bitch
Put your mouth on this barrel and come about your shit

(Full Clip)
Runnin' happens to be my job, just waitin on you to slip
Heat in my grip and just pistol whipped your bitch (Yup!)
And I don’t give a fuck if it's day time or night
I run a po po's badge, then I beat him with his flashlight
Take you muthafuckin chain when you see Full Clip comin
Cause if I see it and don’t get it, bullets are hummin
Leave you in the street, asshole naked and bleedin
When I get through runnin all your shit bitch
your getting peed on

(Chorus x2)
You don’t need that! Come about that! What you got for me? You don’t want that!
You don’t need that! Come about that! What you got for me? You don’t want that!

(Foe Foe)
Everything you got, I want. And Everything I want, I got!
From robbin muthafuckas or just runnin up spots!
Find a hide out, homie, cause im looking to cock
I bought a half ounce of white split the rest on some house
Now I'm ridin, hittin switches and you bitch is looking mad
Cause she knows I jacked her man for everything that he had
You got stuck, like the bitch that claimed to fuck
Now raise it up 'fore I yank your baby mama out the truck!

(Cell Block)
Now run this shit bitch!
I ain't askin, I'm demandin, this is a stick up muthafucka!
Don't get ur shit split where you standing
I see the weight you hold, it's quite a heavy load
Let me lighten up your shit when I make all your dough my own
Hey Mr. banker, don’t try to run
Remember when you foreclosed on my momma house and put us on the streets alone?
Man FUCK that shit! Give me all the money in the safe and and take your last look
Cause you about to leave this place!

(Chorus x2)
You don’t need that! Come about that! What you got for me? You don’t want that!
You don’t need that! Come about that! What you got for me? You don’t want that!

(Converse)
Run that, give me everything. Yeah, I don’t give a fuck. Yeah.. what? Give me that too. You don’t need nothing. Give me everything. Hey, don’t take another breath, matter of a fact.. give me your life. Gotta run now, yeah.. and run them Converse’s too..

(Cell Block)
Pour out a little liqour, live by the gun, die by the gun
My moms had always said when I was young, I wouldn’t last long
She said I was too crazy, only concerned with makin babies
Never looking for work, the streets raised me for more
Schooled in laws and currency by the ways of robbery
Thought they’d never stop me, I keep it way greasy
But like all good things, sometimes they gotta end
My memory lives on, in every system that you bump this in

(Foe Foe)
Now that all the weed has been smoked, and all the laws have been broke
give me a moment of silence, cause I'm stopping the violence
Its my last ride!!! my last time, my last rhyme, the last of the real g’s
That have truly crossed the line
Don’t shed a tear for me, my shit was history
And how they feel for me, will never be a mystery
My memory is stronger than the faith that’s in that reverend
Laying my body to the ground and all my peoples around

(Converse)
My last ride, I'll see you on the other side
Its so hard to say good-bye, I really don’t want to say good-bye
My last ride, you was hating everything I said
I was livin suicidal, rollin with the walking dead
My last ride, I was looking in from the outside
My last ride was so tight, Converse gon’ be alright
My last ride, with the reaper and the 45
My last ride, in the plane, no parachute and sky dive

(Chorus 2x)
My last ride! On my way to my funeral service!
My last ride! Im not crying cause I know I deserved it!
My last ride! Put my body in the coffin and drop me!
My last ride! I was destined to ride, nothing could stop me

(Full Clip)
The last time I seen that shell, well damn
I pistol forhead and exploded the head of that man
And as his body crumbled, check this here
I picked that casing up, and I had to shed a tear
Cause I knew, and it knew we’d never see again
Forensic cops had took my little friend
I had to skip town and leave my baby bubba
But I'm cold, and in nice moments, I watch a head splatta

(Lil Shank)
Don’t follow me, make your own way
There's too many baby g’s layin in the casket today
And that’s a shame
Pour out a sip of 40, but it won’t bring your homie back
Cause when you live by the gat, your goin up on your back
Wearing a suit covered in dirt, like a sycamore tree
My homie’s gone in this reality it's sad to see his family
And all the rydas wellin up and then breakin down
But this is last ride, as we commend his body to the ground
(Chorus 2x)
My last ride! On my way to my funeral service!
My last ride! Im not crying cause I know I deserved it!
My last ride! Put my body in the coffin and drop me!
My last ride! I was destined to ride, nothing could stop me

(Bullet)
My last ride, I'm no bullet, I'm a spent up shell
Full of pent up hell, my ryda cartel was hard as hell
I love em, I'll admit it.. my whole life was exsquisite
When it was time to ride, we never whine, we just did it
Ill be a ryda whether up in heaven or hell
Now that a muthafucka dead, I hope my records will sell
I'm on my last ride, my hearse is black like I predicted
Bury Bullet with the strap and put the loaded clip up in it
This is my last ride…

(Sawed Off)
I remember every last second, gaspin, getting no love
Shaking from the shock, open wound oozing blood
The last time for everything, scraping in the streets
Somkin weed, ridin through the hood, letting off my heat
I gotta stay strong, hold on, and hope someone will come along
Daddy always told me, learn my right from wrong
So when you bury me, take care of me, free drinks on the house
Six guns salute, from my rydas right before they ride out…

(Chorus 2x)
My last ride! On my way to my funeral service!
My last ride! Im not crying cause I know I deserved it!
My last ride! Put my body in the coffin and drop me!
My last ride! I was destined to ride, nothing could stop me