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Song Title:	Ryde Out
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psychoapthic rydas..

mother fucker.. ownin detriot

rydas bitch! get yo motherfuckin hands up

from new york.. to LA...

chorus

RYDAS ride out

(mother fucker!)

RYDAS ride out

(whut!)

RYDAS ride out

(Yeahhh boyeee)

RYDAS ride out

MOTHER FUCKER!

we be the dick and vagina hiders

from the back sidas, psychopathic rydas

whitey tites aint tighta

we be the cheeba rollers

along with crissy guzzlers

bitch motherfucker smoke up

natural born street hustlas

we be the hatchet sporterz

stick up kid supporters

in the keys of florida

makin deals on morotolas

we be draped in platinum gold

jet black rolls, more royce than rolls can hold

po-po on pay roll

we be the holders at snub stops

no doubt stick you up

make out the back route

and ride out!

while other bitches seem about it

thr rydas on the street

and we be about it

check to see and we find

the mad bank roll with the rubber band

if you a ryda then you like my fuckin brother man

so lets get this chedder and do these thangs we gotta do

find a chicken head that the whole crew can run through

sippin on the crissy till the bottle lookin low

send the same freak bitch to the motherfuckin store

then we ride out, bitch you know its all the same

when you fuckin wit the ? hoe you can keep the change!

chorus

ryden on folks dont come with no bitch shit

bitch shit, you shoulda known you cant fuck with

niggas from the hood aint about talkin shit

they about robbin suckas

and emptin clips

in the mouth of a bitch

who aint actin right

who any bitch made nigga dont wanna fight

with 5 true rydas high flow providers

3 south westaz

2 east sidaz (east siiiddeee!)

10 o clock rydin down the suckas with the heat

out the window, bitch, steady blazin indo

take a puff and pass it to my homies (right here right here)

cock the gat and unload on all on you phonies

catch a slug hoe, splaterin your blood hoe

grave get dug bitch it aint no love, hoe!

my name is bullet

and I be what is known as a gangsta

shackin up in the hide out

and when I ride out

I put an eye out

I'm in a black truck bumpin down the block

windows tinted

nothin but a gat hangin out!

boyz in the hood, I be that cat in the back seat

eyes buggin wide with the skully brandishin heat

you hear my pitter patter from a mile away

head chunks still fallin down the followin day

I be the maniac! (yeahh)!

hidin out on the roof

bustin shots at cops

for my ryda dogs (woof!)

anybody wanna see me

bring a magnifying glass

cuz I hide in the shadows

and bust a cap in your ass

I'll be the killa

youll see me o the 10 o clock news

I put the barrel to your chest and blow your feet out your shoes!

chorus

you better ride out

before we get to slide out

heat that we pull out

unknown to smoke out

rydas dumpin clips

bitches run for cover

when we on your block

duck low, motherfucker! (nice!)

I wont even think twice

about buckin the vice

you wanna bang with the berries

be prepared to pay the price (POW!)

I walk up and blow a hole in your face

before your body even hits the floor

I'm gone without a trace

cuz I'm slippery

when I do my trickery

its like hickery dickory dock

when I cock the glock

psychopathic ryda hidin out

spark a wet ciggerate

start the blazer up and ride out!

low ridin out like ridemous prime

and all in the skies better open their eyes

before the trigger happy rydas

roll out in the black trucks

keep my name outa your mouth and tell em

shut the fuck up

ryda love to the e-n-d

we constantly jackin your beats

and bankin all your cheese, please

buckle your knees take your car keys

? your beats in your whip bitch, ride out on these!!!

MOTHER FUCKER

chorus x2

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