Gangsta sh*t lyrics

[Intro: Full Clip]
Psychopathic Rydas up in that b*tch ass, motherf*cker, trigger deep!
When you see us coming, turn the f*ck around and get the f*ck on!
Lil' Shank, speak on these fools!

[Verse 1: Lil' Shank & Bullet]
I drop gangsta sh*t with my gangsta clique
And everybody on the other side, suck my di*k
Now with my gangsta ways and my gangsta walk
I spit gangsta sh*t every time I talk
Now what you motherf*ckers know about a Ryda in black
Who be invested all his cheddar on these trees and gats?
I got ammunition to bring the f*ckin' drama whenever
Who wanna talk sh*t? Where it's at? b*tch, whatever
Who wanna test me simply get your wig pushed back
Me and my four Ryda homies ready for the attack
And if you think we're comin' for you, best to grab your grip
Cause Lil' Shank and the Rydas on some gangsta sh*t (Motherf*cker!)

[Chorus: Foe Foe]
Rydas! (What!), Rydas! (What!)
Where you at y'all? (We be dumpin' out the car!)
It's all (Gangsta sh*t!), it's all (Gangsta sh*t!)
And we (Married to the game, and we ain'sta quit!)

[Interlude: Foe Foe]
Y'all b*tch-ass n*ggas, actin' like you know a motherf*cker
Ridin' and bumpin' my sh*t
b*tch, I'm a thug!
b*tch, this sh*t for life, motherf*cker!
Bullet, let these motherf*ckers know somethin'!
[Verse 2: Bullet]
Look at my car, it's like bump, bump, bumpin'
Psychopathic Ryda, dump, dump, dumpin'
Jump, jumpin' up, everybody's runnin' (Ah!)
King Kong Ryda Daddy, Bulletzilla's comin'
Stompin' on crabs (Uh!), crushin' on hogs (Uh!)
Can I get one for my Ryda dawgs?! (Hey!)
I don't respect your set, f*ck your hood!
f*ck your baby mamma and you know that I could, b*tch!
I leave you missin' like Twin Gats (Ooh!)
Lost deep in a cave with them rats and bats
My name is Bullet, so I'm gonna pierce your brain
Sever your spine and leave your limbs dingling
This is gangsta sh*t, it's all I know
So when I show up, open the safe and hit the floor! (Yayeah!)

[Chorus: Lil' Shank]
Rydas! (What!), Rydas! (What!)
Where you at, y'all? (We be dumpin' out the car!)
It's all (Gangsta sh*t!), it's all (Gangsta sh*t!)
And we be (Married to the game, and we ain'sta quit!)

[Interlude: Lil' Shank]
Man, for all you b*tch-ass n*ggas out there, talkin' loud
But really ain't sayin' sh*t
Ya'll need to do us all a motherf*ckin' favor...
Shut the f*ck up!
Full Clip, buck these n*ggas!
[Verse 3: Full Clip]
Dump! (Dump!), blaugh! (Blaugh!)
Whistle! (Whistle!), pop! (Pop!)
That be the Psychopathic Rydas anthem on a cop
And it don't stop, Fizzle Cleezy
Sprung legs get popped with a smizzle weezy, for sheezy! (Uh!)
We represents the D (Yeah!)
East to the west side and everything in between (b*tch!)
We never seen, unless we in our dress coat
Hoods and black trucks, them foot thick bank rolls

[Verse 4: Cell Block & Bullet]
We the hardest clique, kickin' gangsta sh*t (Yeah!)
Any b*tches that oppose can eat a fat di*k (What!)
I'm out for the money, so b*tches better freeze
And when we on your block, go and call the police
'Fore I get the car and pull the heat from my waist
c*ck the hammer back, let one go in your face
And leave your motherf*ckin' body lyin' on the floor
And wait with the Rydas to ambush the law (Psychopathic!)

[Chorus: Bullet]
Rydas! (What!), Rydas! (What!)
Where you at y'all? (We be dumpin' out the car!)
It's all (Gangsta sh*t!), it's all (Gangsta sh*t!)
And we (Married to the game, and we ain'sta quit!)
[Interlude: Bullet]
From Chicago's south side to Houston's fifth ward [?] south central
All of that sh*t, on and on, we want it all
The underground, the overground
Foe Foe, come with it man!

[Verse 5: Foe Foe]
b*tch, you ain't learned? (What?) Rydas don't die (Yeah!)
Foe Foe representin', smokin', chokin', stayin' high
All you hoes, get your hands up, put your petty cash up
The Rydas want the safe and all the sh*t under the mattress
(Everybody on the floor) Don't make me have to get you, homes
Cause if I do, they'll find your body in another time zone
Mind blown with this gangsta sh*t (Gangsta!)
Have your whole block blown to bits, then f*ck your b*tch
I'm on some thug sh*t on the corner, hustle sellin' drug sh*t
Ridin' with my homies, bustin' shots at punk ass kids (Blah!)
Ain't nobody game like us
We love to bust, we love the rush to watch your blood gush

[Chorus: Cell Block]
Rydas! (What!), Rydas! (What!)
Where you at, y'all? (We be dumpin' out the car!)
It's all (Gangsta sh*t!), it's all (Gangsta sh*t!)
And we (Married to the game, and we ain'sta quit!)

[Outro: Cell Block & Bullet]
Yeah b*tch, we're married to the motherf*ckin' game!
That's some real gangsta sh*t for the Rydas!
That's Bullet, Foe Foe, Full Clip, Lil' Shank, and I'm Cell Block!
Psychopathic, motherf*cker! (Yeah!)
Detroit's infamous Psychopathic Rydas
Back, 10 feet deep up in that b*tch ass!
Foe Foe, Cell Block, Lil' Shank, Full Clip, and Bullet
Ryden Dirtay, motherf*cker!
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