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letra de fear or respect (unreleased rydas song) - blaze ya dead homie

[intro: lil shank, cellblock]
sparkin’ blunts for all you ——
it’s the motherf-ckin’ ryda clique, you know what i’m sayin’?
lil shank, and that —– they call cellblock (that’s right)
we make y’all motherf-ckers bounce (let’s bounce)
get up, get up
get up, get up

[verse 1: lil shank]
we’ll make the sky turn blue, we’ll make the crips hate red
we’ll make my enemies resemble the likes of the walking dead
we’ll make the haters make mе more than the averagе man
just the thought of one —– stacking grand after grand
what the f-ck b-tches want from a —–
i figure if you act like a —–, you get smacked like a —–
we’ll make the ryda grip a black truck
seven deep on the ave screamin’ i don’t give a f-ck

[verse 2: cellblock]
—— bounce in the club, we keep the heater full of slugs
we got the hollow tip bullet for you player-hating thugs
we the rydas, b-tch, roll deep like a mack truck
flashing our gats, so keep your motherf-ckin’ hands up
and leave your money and your jewels on the floor
and lil shank grab the money while bullet watch the door
for the five-o always trying to creep on the ——
no surprise, b-tch, always seven deep with my ——
[verse 3: lil shank]
we’ll make the —— rap the tre side
spittin’ lyric after lyric over drum loops and basslines
we’ll make the blood hate the color blue
we’ll make my neighborhood infested with pushers and prostitutes
we’ll make the most out of hard times
smart folks that apply they self and learn from hard times
we’ll make the rydas unf-ckwithable
’cause we raised in the ghetto and we brought up like some [?]

[verse 4: cellblock]
[?] call the cops up out of donut shops
two identified bodies that we left on the block
’cause we mash through your hood wearing blue and red
steady trippin’ talkin’ sh-t and you wind up dead
duck low when we ride by
everybody on the street, they can respect a drive-by
so if you wanna [?] when the lights go out
catch me hanging out the window, guaranteed to pull out

[chorus: lil shank, cellblock]
we’ll make a thug dump a clip in your neck
it be the rules of the game, either fear or respect
the rules of the game, either fear or respect
the rules of the game, either fear or respect
[verse 5: lil shank]
if you protect yourself from the player-hatin’ few
then why them same player-haters still hatin’ on you?
i’ll make a —– wanna brandish then unload a firearm
don’t you know we ’bout to load it, homeboy, the beef is on
why you starin’? what can make a ryda stop carin’
but thuggin’ out of controls in cities that they livin’
the rules of the game, either fear or respect
tell you and your mama, get your sh-t in check

[verse 6: cellblock]
you know we always on time with the fat ass dime
pull a one eighty-seven and leave the scene of the crime
we the —— with the [?], but we gots to get our money
ak to your ribs, b-tch, ain’t sh-t funny
on the streets of the east where i was born and rasied
rollin’ deep with the rydas, robbin’ suckers, gettin’ paid
yeah we make it bounce, with chrome-played triggers
now who wanna step to seven real ——?

- blaze ya dead homie

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