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letra de ryda til the end - the rydas

[verse 1: jamie madrox]
lil’ shank b-tch i think you know who i am
i’m still a ryda since the first kickin’ son of sam
got the khakis and the locs and coppers to match them both too
trigger happy snappers who bust lookin’ to smoke you
hey, you don’t remember me dog
me and my rydas held you down when you was (?)
went to h-ll for you to benefit so let me continue
i ain’t calling you gangstas because that sh-t ain’t in you

[verse 2: lee carver]
(?) riding so clean with eggsh-ll escalade, rest in peace gandolfini
see me swervin’ 75 north and i’m doing 90
since the late 90s, been intoxicated slightly
you finna try me
all i see is b-tches and hoes, designer drugs and thugs throwing up on my designer clothes
i’m getting thrown out the motel 6 screaming i’m a f-cking ryda you b-tches you ain’t sh-t

[verse 3: blaze ya dead homie]
you know its cell block the og from back when
calvin was sippin’ on that juice and gin
and i roll with the eastsiders, never bend or break to these motherf-ckers politic-in
and they calling you gangsta, grimey and goon you b-tches soft as a kids cartoon (mothaf-cka)
im a ryda known for getting gully on them
shotgun, ski mask and a skully on the rydas

[chorus]
i’m a ryda til the end
im-ima ryda til the motherf-ckin’ end (it ain’t in you)
i’m a ryda til the end
im-ima ryda til the motherf-ckin’ end (it it)
i’m a ryda til the end
im-ima ryda til the motherf-ckin’ end (it ain’t in you)
i’m a ryda til the end
im-ima ryda til the motherf-ckin’ end

[verse 4: monoxide]
wh-wh-where the b-tches with all the mouth go
turn them all into a witness then call the cops for
flow and strictly give ’em the business and close shop so
never get it twiztid like paulie and madrox though
always over the hole, always keeping it low and i always got it loaded like a wino
what the f-ck do i know
i come through all of your no fly zones
now that sh-t is my home (now that sh-t is my home)

[verse 5: joe black]
b-tch you better watch your -ss and who you talking sh-t to
and this will get issued (ha ha ha ha)
i will f-cking dismiss you
somebody ordered gangsta rap and murders on the menu
talking like you got a problem dog, whats the issue
ain’t calling you a gangsta cause that sh-ts not up in you
you got a hard made of cardboard, this side probably tissue
like you cheated on my side piece guarantee she won’t miss you
told my dogs bring the applause, clap you in the venue

[chorus]
i’m a ryda til the end
im-ima ryda til the motherf-ckin’ end (it ain’t in you)
i’m a ryda til the end
im-ima ryda til the motherf-ckin’ end (it it)
i’m a ryda til the end
ima ryda til the motherf-ckin’ end (it ain’t in you)
i’m a ryda til the end
ima ryda til the motherf-ckin’ end

[verse 6: g-mo skee]
i’m the filthy motherf-cker from the rich town
hiding in a bush waiting for you at your b-tch house i tell ’em like booker t “i’m coming for you n-gga”
them suckers that move with you look square in they school pictures
they probably (?) finna get stole on
i’m throwing gibos on and smoking some homegrown
lets keep it official like a referee whistle
i ain’t calling you a gangsta cause the sh-t ain’t in you

[verse 7: young wicked]
ok can i continue
i ain’t calling you a gangsta cause its none in you
anybody beefin’ they can get the whole menu
anybody want the smoke can take the blunt with you
cause i’m with it, i’m in it
lil slug got the stickit
banana clip with it
bandanna around my raiders fitted, f-ck them b-tches
ak-47 in my lap, slug baby got the st-t-t and its spittin’ like a rat hoe

- the rydas

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