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Bye Bye Lyrics - Singles - Psychopathic Rydas

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 

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