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Letras:Psychopathic Rydas. Bye Bye.

Jumpsteady
Tom Dub
Patrick
Jason
Av Curt
Billy
Jeremy
Pickles
Steve
Barry
Mike E
Jesse
Mike C
Nathan
Stephen (Hooha hooha)
Eric
J Dirty
Nathan


Don Bolion
I blow ya throat piece off (hey)
And you gone spray blood everytime you cough
'cause I'ma murderer (Like That)
And it's time your learned
If you dance with tha devil
Then yo ass get burned
Affiliation
Gang bang professional
Meetin' yo mudda was intentional
Your momma gonna need theropy when you die
'cause I'ma sever your head
And send yo momma yo eyiieaa
Who wanna test a mothafucka
Bitch I'm the hardest
Nigga in the hood
You rap artists is my targets
I'm scopin' ya out
Red beam on yo forehead
Rydas don't play
I'm quick to leave ya dead
Bitch we ain't broke
We all about our cash
And that's an ole mothafucka
Still talkin' trash
I pull tha gat out
And stick it in yo mouth
And why you niggas cryin'
The Rydas goin' all out

Bye Bye
These Rydas don't die
Bye Byie
C'mon killa come try
Bye Bye
Buckshot buck boom
Bye Byie
Rydas in the room

Betta watch yo back
I got my gat cocked
Right between yo ass and let it fly
And watch your whole program drop
I give a fuck I'm like a hitman
Rydin' in trucks
And I be bustin' mothafuckas
With these hot ass slugs
I sold drugs fot too long
Now I'm inta killin' shit
Into bustin' hollow into bitches
Who pop the helly lip
Ryda Clique
Foe Foe murdered the whole block
Burn that bitch down
Bitch ass niggas can eat a glock

Ice spark one to yo chest
Launch on the floor
Forty poured out in your memory (damn)
Whud you die for?
Tryin' ta score
Outta Full Clip's pocket
That's why your heart exploded
From the blaze of riot
Any side-runner tryin' to undercut a Ryda
Get blasted up and wild
Than Tracy Lorde's vagina
'cause we wiser
Than yo average gang bang hustla
Kickin' up dust
When I bust
Ryde sumthin' ya

Bye Bye
These Rydas don't die
Bye Byie
C'mon killa come try
Bye Bye
Buckshot buck boom

Bye Byie
Rydas in the room

Pucker up and kiss your ass goodbye
All you none Rydin' mothafuckas
You can eat a dick and die
What you know about a thug?
What you know about a G?
You ain't a Ryda mothafucka
You ain't shit to me
No matter what those otha niggas try to tell you though
Fuck you and yo skills
And yo jaw gettin' broke
If you ain't Foe Foe
Bullet or Cell Block
Full Clip or Lil' Shank
You can eat a cock

Look at me
Gangsta, Khakis and last
Shotgun barrel to your mouth hole
Blast
Blow yo Adam's apple
Into apple sauce
Call yo momma
And tell her bout her horrible loss
But I guess no fuck
Fuck yo luck
'cause I ran out
And I bail out in a black truck
I don't even wanna see yo face no more
I'ma rip it off and then punch your skull

Dumb mothafucka
Breathe on Eight Ball and Sherm
When you gonna learn
That a Ryda let his pistol burn
Contact a lawyer firm
And get your wig broke
Straps teflon to yo head, legs, chest, and throat
Let it be known
To the rest of your bitch crew
Ain't no limitations
Shit...who we run through
You mothafucka you
Kiss yo momma with two from my ride (BUCK BUCK BUCK)
Boom bitty bye bye

Bye Bye
These Rydas don't die
Bye Byie
C'mon killa come try
Bye Bye
Buckshot buck boom
Bye Byie
Rydas in the room

I see you bitches still don't know
I let the gat do that talkin'
When I'm barkin' at these punk ass hos
Catch ya slippin' in my gunzone (Yayeaa)
All alone
Wit my beam on the tip of yo nose
And there it goes blaugh
Shootin' bitches
For some back in the day
Try ta rat a nigga out
Now they buried away
Niggas gettin' carried away (bye bye)
On the strips
With the white sheet
Bitch ass nigga
Now ya bug me

797 797
We are high in the sky
We've located 5 suspects
They are heading east bound on 7 mile
They just crossed woodward
Please respond

797, this is coral police responding
We have, uh, units in pursuit at this time
Once the suspects are apprehended
We are going to suck their units
Over

Coral, this is 797
Be advised
If the suspects ejactulate
Save some for me
Over