Gangsta Shit Lyrics - Singles - Psychopathic Rydas

Psychopathic Rydas up in that bitch ass, mutha fucka 

Trigga deep 

When you see us coming, turn the fuck around 

And get the fuck on 

Lil Shank 

Speak on these fools 

I drop gangsta shit 

With my gangsta click 

And everybody on the otherside 

Suck my dick 

Now with my gangsta ways 

And gangsta walk 

I spit gangsta shit 

Everytime I talk 

Now what you mutha fuckas know bout a Ryda in black? 

Who be invested all his chedda on these trees and gats 

I got ammunition to bring the fuckin' drama whenever 

Who wanna talk shit, where it's at, bitch whatever 

Who wanna test me, simply get your wig pushed back 

Me and my four Ryda homies ready for the attack 

And if ya think we coming full 

You better grab your grip 

Cause Lil Shank and the Rydas 

On some gangsta shit (mutha fucka!) 

Rydas (Whut!) 

Ryda (Whut!) 

Where you at y'all? 

We be dumpin out the cut 

It's all 

Gangsta Shit 

It's all 

Gangsta shit, (and we) married to the game and we hates to quit 

Y'all bitch ass niggas actin' like you know a mu-fucka 

Rydin' n fuckin' my shit 

Bitch I'ma thug 

Bitch, this shit 4 life mutha fucka 

Bullet, let these mutha fuckas know summ 

Look at my craw 

It's like bump bump bumpin' 

Psychopathic Ryda 

Dump dump dumpin' 

Jump jumpin up, everybody's runnin' 

King Kong Ryda Daddy 

Bullet-Zilla's comin 

Strompin on crabs 

Crushin' on hogs 

Can I be at one from a Ryda, dogg? (heeey) 

I don't respect your set 

Fuck your hood 

Fuck your baby mamma 

And ya know I could, bitch 

I leave you missin like Twin Gats (ugh) 

Lost deep in a cave wit dem rats and bats 

My name is Bullet 

Soul gonna pierce your brain 

Sever your spine and leave your limbs dinglin' 

Dis is gangsta shit, this is all I know 

So when I show up, open the safe and hit the floor (Yayeah!) 

Rydas (Whut!) 

Rydas (Whut!) 

Where you at y'all? 

We be dumpin out the cut 

It's all 

Gangsta Shit 

It's all 

Gangsta shit, (and we) married to the game and we hates to quit 

Man, for all you bitch ass niggas out there talkin loud 

Friendly and sayin' shit 

Y'all need to do us all a mutha fuckin' favor 

Shut the fuck up! 

Full Clip, fuck these niggas 

Dump (dump) 

Blaugh (blaugh) 

Whistle (whistle) 

Pop (pop) 

That be the Psychopathic Rydas at the Moma Cop 

And it don't stop, fizzle cleazay 

Sprung legs get popped with a swizzle greasy 

Fo Sheezy 

We represents tha D 

East to the West Side 

And everything in between 

We never seen 

Unless we in a dress code 

Hoods and black trunks 

Foot thick bank rolls 

We the hardest clique 

Kickin' gangsta shit 

Any bitches that oppose can eat a fat dick 

I'm out fo the money 

So bitches better freeze 

And when we on yo block go and call the police 

Fool, I get out the corner, pull the heat from my waist 

Cock the hammer back and let one go in yo face 

And leave yo mutha fuckin body lyin on the floor 

And wait with the Rydas to end with the law (Psychopatchic!) 

Rydas (Whut!) 

Ryda (Whut!) 

Where you at y'all? 

We be dumpin out the cut 

It's all 

Gangsta Shit 

It's all 

Gangsta shit, (and we) married to the game and we hates to quit 

From Chicago's south side 

To Houston's Fifth Ward 

Watts, South Central 

All of that shit, on and on 

We want it all 

The underground 

The overground 

Foe Foe, come wit it man. 

Bitch, you ain't learnt? 

Rydas don't die 

Foe Foe representin' 

Smokin' choke and stayin' high 

All you ho's get your hands up 

Put your petty cash up 

The Rydas want the safe 

And all the shit under the mattress 

Drop, get on the floor 

Don't make me have to get yo ho's 

Cause if I do they'll find your body in another time zone 

Mind blown with this gangsta shit (gangsta) 

Have your whole block blown ta bits 

Then fuck your bitch 

I'm on some thug shit 

On the corner, hustle sell drug shit 

Rydin' with my homies 

Bustin' shots at punk ass kids (blah!!!) 

Ain't nobody game like us 

We love to bust 

We love da rust 

And watch you blood gush 

Rydas (Whut!) 

Ryda (Whut!) 

Where you at y'all? 

We be dumpin out the cut 

It's all 

Gangsta Shit 

It's all 

Gangsta shit, (and we) married to the game and we hates to quit 

Yea bitch, married to the motha fucking game! 

That's some real gangsta shit, mutha faacko 

That's Bullet, Foe Foe, Full Clip, Lil' Shank, and I'm Cell Block 

Psychopathic mutha fucka (Ye-ah!) 

Detroit's, infamous, Psychopatchic Rydas 

Back...10 feet deep up in that bitch ass 

Foe Foe, Cell Block, Lil' Shank, Full Clip, and Bullet 

Ryden Dirty, mutha fuckaaa! 

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