Psychopathic Rydas Rydin' 4 Life Lyrics:
Psychopathic
Rydas....ryde on these
bitches....forever
and a day....y'all know
how we do...it's
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Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Hatchet rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Straight up rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Hatchet rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
That's for life!!
Now we rydin' on these
bitches, ain't no mercy
in my
eyes
With the Rydas by my side
Screamin', "Die,
mufucka, die!!"
Never hesitate
All up in the Escalade
Bumpin' sounds from the
Rydas, straight dumpin'
Always into somethin'
Gats on my hip,
hangin' out the window
Blazin' indo
Lookin' for a narc or a nympho
Breathin' this pollution
always dancin' with the
streets
With my heat
Can't be beat
Get in mind
And we rydin'
I'ma ryde
I got a hatchet on my side
Long time ago, I was born to ryde
Straight up Detroit Psychopathic Ryda
Only real mission here is
takin' you higher
But we gets fucked up
and that's a fact
We roll down your
streets, pumpin',
shootin' off gats
So what the fuck bitch, why
you wanna get shot?
You in the midst of the
Rydas and Cell Block
Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Hatchet rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Straight up rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Hatchet rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
[ Find more Lyrics on www.mp3lyrics.org/F2EY ]That's for life!!
I was 10-years-old, a lil' scruffy
Already rydin',
grippin' a black Huffy
So
Buffy my picky-lo
Bitchy-ho
I'm the last jiggi-lo
Fo' rilly tho
On the dealio
About this crew
You don't join this
shit...we come to you
Only a chosen few
That know the pros and cons
Fuck the Mafia, we froze the Dons
Stakes in bonds
I'm in a cashmiere sweater
The better your cheddar
The wetter you get her
And never let her ass what
she don't need to know
'Cause the flossin' will
kill ya for sho'
I know
I had to kill a deputy
Tryin' to question me
About equity
I coulda let it be
But my skrilla comes first
Till you see this Ryda
rydin' a hearse
Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Hatchet rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Straight up rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Hatchet rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
That's for life!!
Rydin'? Rydin' bitch, no
time for hidin'
Rydin' is for a perfect
balance in time
Rydin' A, grippin'
oversized black trucks
Rydin' B, grip a hatchet
in your hand, whut?!
whut!?
Rydin' C, fellow Rydas
always got your back
Rydin' D, And phones, me,
and my bumps, and my
Cadillac
Holdin' heaters to Ryda haters heads
Ryda E, I'm a Ryda and
then some, 'nuff said
You wanna ryde
Well bitch, tell me why
You wanna be hard, think
I'm Mr. Nice Guy
But I ain't, I'm the one
they call Cell Block
Carry two Colt .45's and a Glock
Ready to pull out, so
bitch squeeze that
Itchy trigger finger on
the side of my gat
Five seconds later he
was on the ground
I got in my truck and peeled
off with his pound
Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Hatchet rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Straight up rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Hatchet rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
That's for life!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Hatchet rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Straight up rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Hatchet rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
That's for life!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Hatchet rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Straight up rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
Hatchet rydin'!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
That's for life!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
That's for life!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
That's for life!!
Rydin'!! Rydin'!!
That's for life!!
Lyrics: Rydin' 4 Life, Psychopathic Rydas [end]