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letra de 4 my rydas - psychopathic rydas

[segue: sawed off]
….motherf-cker gold fillings out his mouth!

[intro: full clip]
yo!
this is motherf-ckin’ full clip!
the psychopathic ryda up in this motherf-cker!
i’d do anything, anything….

[verse 1: lil’ shank]
for my rydas, i stay loked out
comin’ with that thug sh-t, everybody and they mama know about
khakis on crease with my hand on my piece of mine
we clique’d and ready to ride tonight
now who, if anybody at all
lookin’ to stand against us, against us, you sure to fall
odds are against you
so don’t pretend to be affiliated with the rydas when we’re dumpin’ at you
[verse 2: converse]
for my rydas, i just might have to
duct tape your body, ransom you, kidnap you
nail a mic to your hand until it squirt blood
i feel alive, when i hate, it only hurts to love
f-ck your thought, if you die, it’s your own fault
real rydas ride, rydas don’t walk
and k!llers don’t talk, get outlined in chalk
the onе who got away, the one who didn’t get caught
for my rydas, hatе us or you love us
we love the underground, cuz all the dirt’s above us
stay filthy until the day they k!ll me
rather be carried by six than judged by twelve, that’s guilty

[chorus: cell block]
we still ridin’ sideways, there ain’t no way you can stop it
all my rydas, keep the gat out the window ‘stead of the trunk
all my rydas, keep the safety of the heat ready to dump

[verse 3: foe foe]
for my rydas (yeah!), i’ll burn your whole block to the ground
i’m extra saucy when i’m hangin’ around (b-tch!)
don’t doubt the attire return fire like a g.i. joe
smokin’ weed with my mink on the floor
it’s all mr. benjamin (yeah!), so i ride ’em and i spread ’em out cold
like two fifths of some old dry gin
do it now, f-ck then, it won’t happen again
given a chance, none of y’all would ever be rappin’ again
[verse 4: full clip]
(for my rydas!) sh-t, what you need?
(with my rydas!) we split your dome and watch it bleed
where cell block? where foe foe? sh-t, where’s bullet?
if converse and shank see your wig, they gonna pull it
on top of that, sawed off, he come strapped
and brings enough ammo to hold a f-ckin’ army back
understand this, you b-tch-ass p-ssy b-tt
anything my homies needs, consider it done
cuz my r-y-d-a-s, partners
come better than the chest pain, we heartstoppers
ridin’ [?] together like a sweater, take a look
yo, cizzle bleezy, bring the motherf-ckin’ hook!

[verse 5: sawed off]
who in this b-tch bangin’, colored gang rag hangin’?
ride with me, help me understand what set you claimin’
non-rydas, slugs all up inside ya
have you laid out in your funeral attire
we from the streets, lokes sendin’ out death notes
satisfaction guaranteed from the gunsmoke
for my rydas, do or die, we’re livin’ it up
creepin’ through in a truck, heated up like what?
[verse 6: bullet]
for my rydas, i shoots the prostitutes
that tries to hide our loots in they boots
you’s a silly b-tch, get slapped off your heels
and get your sh-tty ass back up and earn your meals, b-tch!
hoodies [?] we ride past slow
past the police station, we honk and blast “po, f-ck off!”
for my rydas, i’m more than a bad guy
put a f-ckin’ slug in your forehead, boy
my sh-t is bumpin’, dopeman, hoes flock to me
pop, drop the top, they call me dr. jewelry
and i love it, rydas stay high and above it
i got the neeny for the weenies tryin’ to make somethin’ of it, motherf-cker!

- psychopathic rydas

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