Psychopathic Rydas....ryde on these bitches....forever   and a day....y'all know how we do...it's Westside till   we d-izz-ie...Eastside till we d-izz-ie....worldwide..       Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!!   Hatchet rydin'!!   Rydin'!! Rydin'!!   Straight up rydin'!!   Rydin'!! Rydin'!!   Hatchet rydin'!!   Rydin'!! Rydin'!!   That's for life!!       Now we rydin' on these bitches, ain't no mercy in my   eyes   With the Rydas by my side   Screamin', "Die, mufucka, die!!"   Never hesitate   All up in the Escalade   Bumpin' sounds from the Rydas, straight dumpin'   Always into somethin'   Gats on my hip, hangin' out the window   Blazin' indo   Lookin' for a narc or a nympho   Breathin' this pollution always dancin' with the   streets   With my heat   Can't be beat   Get in mind   And we rydin'       I'ma ryde   I got a hatchet on my side   Long time ago, I was born to ryde   Straight up Detroit Psychopathic Ryda   Only real mission here is takin' you higher   But we gets fucked up and that's a fact   We roll down your streets, pumpin', shootin' off gats   So what the fuck bitch, why you wanna get shot?   You in the midst of the Rydas and Cell Block       Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!!   Hatchet rydin'!!   Rydin'!! Rydin'!!   Straight up rydin'!!   Rydin'!! Rydin'!!   Hatchet rydin'!!   Rydin'!! Rydin'!!   That's for life!!       I was 10-years-old, a lil' scruffy   Already rydin', grippin' a black Huffy   So   Buffy my picky-lo   Bitchy-ho   I'm the last jiggi-lo   Fo' rilly tho   On the dealio   About this crew   You don't join this shit...we come to you   Only a chosen few   That know the pros and cons   Fuck the Mafia, we froze the Dons   Stakes in bonds   I'm in a cashmiere sweater   The better your cheddar   The wetter you get her   And never let her ass what she don't need to know   'Cause the flossin' will kill ya for sho'   I know   I had to kill a deputy   Tryin' to question me   About equity   I coulda let it be   But my skrilla comes first   Till you see this Ryda rydin' a hearse       Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!!   Hatchet rydin'!!   Rydin'!! Rydin'!!   Straight up rydin'!!   Rydin'!! Rydin'!!   Hatchet rydin'!!   Rydin'!! Rydin'!!   That's for life!!       Rydin'? Rydin' bitch, no time for hidin'   Rydin' is for a perfect balance in time   Rydin' A, grippin' oversized black trucks   Rydin' B, grip a hatchet in your hand, whut?! whut!?   Rydin' C, fellow Rydas always got your back   Rydin' D, And phones, me, and my bumps, and my   Cadillac   Holdin' heaters to Ryda haters heads   Ryda E, I'm a Ryda and then some, 'nuff said       You wanna ryde   Well bitch, tell me why   You wanna be hard, think I'm Mr. Nice Guy   But I ain't, I'm the one they call Cell Block   Carry two Colt .45's and a Glock   Ready to pull out, so bitch squeeze that   Itchy trigger finger on the side of my gat   Five seconds later he was on the ground   I got in my truck and peeled off with his pound       Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!!   Hatchet rydin'!!   Rydin'!! Rydin'!!   Straight up rydin'!!   Rydin'!! Rydin'!!   Hatchet rydin'!!   Rydin'!! Rydin'!!   That's for life!!   Rydin'!! Rydin'!!   Hatchet rydin'!!   Rydin'!! Rydin'!!   Straight up rydin'!!   Rydin'!! Rydin'!!   Hatchet rydin'!!   Rydin'!! Rydin'!!   That's for life!!   Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!!   Hatchet rydin'!!   Rydin'!! Rydin'!!   Straight up rydin'!!   Rydin'!! Rydin'!!   Hatchet rydin'!!   Rydin'!! Rydin'!!   That's for life!!   Rydin'!! Rydin'!!   That's for life!!   Rydin'!! Rydin'!!   That's for life!!   Rydin'!! Rydin'!!   That's for life!!