Yeah, what the hell you know about the Rydas? Black   trucks and hoods bitch!! Shit, you better check that,   hell...       Yo! I'm a killa   Cap peela   Other bitches is wack, but Rydas are for rilla   Gimme all your skrilla   Your keys to your ride   Tell your bitch to leave her purse with the wallet   inside   Ain't no frontin'   When Cell Block starts dumpin'   Through your neighborhood our black trucks be bumpin'   Watch your mouth, peep game, and learn somethin'   Nigga, check nuts, 'cause I'm killin' ova nuttin'       Now I be ridin' with my shotty   A fifth of Bicardi   My nose snotty   In the party   Intentions to levitate her body   Give a fuck who he with or who he know   Let the barrel blow   Or a quarrel know   Over somethin' that he borrowed, no   Do the math   On the warpath   Makin' predictions to the body count   I even blast a hotty now   Sprayin' couples 'cause I loved you   So fuck you   I don't gang bang 'cause I'm strugglin'   Bee-yatch!! Yo I'm a killa ova nuttin'       Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!   Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!   Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!   Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!   Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!   Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!   Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!   Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!       Now I knew this bitch, yo, she used to love me   Buffin' on my pickle, peace, everything was lovely   Forties and Swishers delivered to my doorstep   Early in the mornin', neden on my woodpeck   Livin' lavish, every call beckoned on   I'm the big Full Clip and bitches all pause, anyway,   with no reason for drama   I killed that muthafuckin' bitch and her mama       Still doin' drive-bys and leavin' hoes for dead   Mislead   Is what my homeboy said   I ain't no bitch hoe, end your life on G.P.   With ya whole family   On the lawn staring at me   And I could could give a fuck, get to lookin' at my   gat   Get to feindin' like a basehead, to leave you hoes   flat   Two-Gats got my back   Killa ova nuttin', that's a fact   Get out my face or get it slapped, bitch       Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!   Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!   Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!   Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!   Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!   Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!   Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!   Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!       I was born with the biggest chip on my shoulder   I killed little kids and took they strollers   I'm older, tie you up instead   And blow red lettuce out the side of your head   (pa-tow!!)   You could die any minute   Turn your back, and get a hollow point slug in it   You bit it   Over nuttin' at all   Now they serve peanuts out your skull   At barbecues       I been wonderin' what the fuck you been lookin' at   You know it ain't no thang for me to get my gat   And blow holes in your frame till you look like an   afgan   Body collapsed, soul fly like Peter Pan   Lil' Shank from the hood, raised in bad ways   Peel your fuckin' cap 'cause I'm havin' a bad day   Hey, you can be a thug if you want to   But I'ma be a Ryda bitch, so fuck you!       Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!   Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!   Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!   Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!   Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!   Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!   Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!   Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!