Psychopathic Rydas up in that bitch ass, mutha fucka   Trigga deep   When you see us coming, turn the fuck around   And get the fuck on   Lil Shank   Speak on these fools            I drop gangsta shit   With my gangsta click   And everybody on the otherside   Suck my dick   Now with my gangsta ways   And gangsta walk   I spit gangsta shit   Everytime I talk   Now what you mutha fuckas know bout a Ryda in black?   Who be invested all his chedda on these trees and gats   I got ammunition to bring the fuckin' drama whenever   Who wanna talk shit, where it's at, bitch whatever   Who wanna test me, simply get your wig pushed back   Me and my four Ryda homies ready for the attack   And if ya think we coming full   You better grab your grip   Cause Lil Shank and the Rydas   On some gangsta shit (mutha fucka!)      Rydas (Whut!)   Ryda (Whut!)   Where you at y'all?   We be dumpin out the cut   It's all   Gangsta Shit   It's all    Gangsta shit, (and we) married to the game and we hates to quit    Y'all bitch ass niggas actin' like you know a mu-fucka   Rydin' n fuckin' my shit   Bitch I'ma thug   Bitch, this shit 4 life mutha fucka   Bullet, let these mutha fuckas know summ       Look at my craw   It's like bump bump bumpin'   Psychopathic Ryda   Dump dump dumpin'   Jump jumpin up, everybody's runnin'   King Kong Ryda Daddy   Bullet-Zilla's comin   Strompin on crabs   Crushin' on hogs   Can I be at one from a Ryda, dogg? (heeey)   I don't respect your set   Fuck your hood   Fuck your baby mamma   And ya know I could, bitch   I leave you missin like Twin Gats (ugh)   Lost deep in a cave wit dem rats and bats   My name is Bullet   Soul gonna pierce your brain   Sever your spine and leave your limbs dinglin'   Dis is gangsta shit, this is all I know   So when I show up, open the safe and hit the floor (Yayeah!)       Rydas (Whut!)   Rydas (Whut!)   Where you at y'all?   We be dumpin out the cut   It's all   Gangsta Shit   It's all    Gangsta shit, (and we) married to the game and we hates to quit       Man, for all you bitch ass niggas out there talkin loud   Friendly and sayin' shit   Y'all need to do us all a mutha fuckin' favor   Shut the fuck up!   Full Clip, fuck these niggas       Dump (dump)   Blaugh (blaugh)   Whistle (whistle)   Pop (pop)   That be the Psychopathic Rydas at the Moma Cop   And it don't stop, fizzle cleazay   Sprung legs get popped with a swizzle greasy   Fo Sheezy   We represents tha D   East to the West Side   And everything in between   We never seen   Unless we in a dress code   Hoods and black trunks   Foot thick bank rolls       We the hardest clique   Kickin' gangsta shit   Any bitches that oppose can eat a fat dick   I'm out fo the money   So bitches better freeze   And when we on yo block go and call the police   Fool, I get out the corner, pull the heat from my waist   Cock the hammer back and let one go in yo face   And leave yo mutha fuckin body lyin on the floor   And wait with the Rydas to end with the law (Psychopatchic!)       Rydas (Whut!)   Ryda (Whut!)   Where you at y'all?   We be dumpin out the cut   It's all   Gangsta Shit   It's all    Gangsta shit, (and we) married to the game and we hates to quit       From Chicago's south side   To Houston's Fifth Ward   Watts, South Central   All of that shit, on and on   We want it all   The underground   The overground   Foe Foe, come wit it man.       Bitch, you ain't learnt?   Rydas don't die   Foe Foe representin'   Smokin' choke and stayin' high   All you ho's get your hands up   Put your petty cash up   The Rydas want the safe   And all the shit under the mattress   Drop, get on the floor   Don't make me have to get yo ho's   Cause if I do they'll find your body in another time zone   Mind blown with this gangsta shit (gangsta)   Have your whole block blown ta bits   Then fuck your bitch   I'm on some thug shit   On the corner, hustle sell drug shit   Rydin' with my homies   Bustin' shots at punk ass kids (blah!!!)   Ain't nobody game like us   We love to bust   We love da rust   And watch you blood gush       Rydas (Whut!)   Ryda (Whut!)   Where you at y'all?   We be dumpin out the cut   It's all   Gangsta Shit   It's all   Gangsta shit, (and we) married to the game and we hates to quit       Yea bitch, married to the motha fucking game!   That's some real gangsta shit, mutha faacko   That's Bullet, Foe Foe, Full Clip, Lil' Shank, and I'm Cell Block   Psychopathic mutha fucka (Ye-ah!)      Detroit's, infamous, Psychopatchic Rydas   Back...10 feet deep up in that bitch ass   Foe Foe, Cell Block, Lil' Shank, Full Clip, and Bullet   Ryden Dirty, mutha fuckaaa!   Like dis