Ride Out lyrics

[Intro: Bullet, Full Clip, & Lil' Shank]
Psychopathic Rydas!
Motherf*ckers!
We own Detroit!
Rydas, b*tch!
Get your motherf*ckin' hands up!
From New York, to L.A., to Florida, [?]

[Chorus]
Rydas, ride out (Motherf*cker!)
Rydas, ride out (What?!)
Rydas, ride out (Yeah, boy!)
Rydas, ride out (Motherf*cker!)

[Verse 1: Full Clip & Bullet]
We be the di*k and vagina hiders from the backside of Psychopathic Rydas
Whitey tighters ain't tighter!
We be the [?] rollers, [?] guzzlers
b*tch, motherf*cker [?], natural born street hustlers
We be the hatchet sporters, stick [?] supporters
[And the keys I fold is ?] makin' deals on Motorolas (Yeah!)
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! (Yeah!)
[Verse 2: Lil' Shank & Bullet]
While other b*tches seem about it
The 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 f*ckin' brother man (Uh-huh!)
So lets get this cheddar and do these things we gotta do
Find a chickenhead that the whole crew can run through
Sippin' on the Crissy until the bottle lookin' low
Send the same freak b*tch to the motherf*ckin' sto' (Take them hoes to the sto'!)
Then we ride out, b*tch you know it's all the same
When you f*ckin' with the ballers, ho, you can keep the change! (Ching!)

[Chorus]
Rydas, ride out (Motherf*cker!)
Rydas, ride out (What?!)
Rydas, ride out (Yeah, boy!)
Rydas, ride out (Motherf*cker!)

[Verse 3: Cell Block & Bullet]
Ridin' on folks, don't come with no b*tch sh*t
b*tch sh*t, you should've known you can't f*ck with
n*ggas from the hood ain't about talkin' sh*t
They about robbin' suckers and emptyin' clips
In the mouth of a b*tch who ain't actin' right (Yeah!)
To any b*tch-made n*gga, you don't want a fight
With 5 true Rydas, high flow providers
2 southwesters, 3 eastsiders (Eastside!)
10 o' clock, ridin' down the suckers with the heat
Out the window, b*tch (Blah!), steady blazin' endo (Yeah!)
Take a puff and pass it to my homies (Right here, right here!)
c*ck the gat and unload on all on you phonies (Plah!)
You'll catch a slug ho, splatterin' your blood, ho
Grave get dug b*tch, it ain't no love, ho!
[Verse 4: Bullet]
My name is Bullet, I be what is known as a gangsta
Shackin' up in the hideout 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! (Plah!)
Boys in the hood, I be the 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! (Yeah!), hidin' out on the roof
Bustin shots at cops for my Ryda dawgs (Woof!)
Anybody wanna see me, bring a magnifying glass
'Cause I hide in the shadows and bust a cap in your ass
I'll be the killer, you'll see me on the 10 o' clock news
I'll put a barrel to your chest and blow your feet out your shoes!

[Chorus]
Rydas, ride out (Motherf*cker!)
Rydas, ride out (What?!)
Rydas, ride out (Yeah, boy!)
Rydas, ride out (Motherf*cker!)

[Verse 5: Cell Block & Bullet]
You better ride out 'fore we get to slide out (What?)
Heat that we pull out, unload the smoke out (Blah!)
Rydas dumpin' clips, b*tches run for cover
When we on your block, duck low, motherf*cker! (What, what?)
[Verse 6: Bullet]
Nice!
I won't even think twice about buckin' the vice
You wanna bang with the bears? Be prepared to pay the price (Blaow!)
I walk up and blow a hole in your face
Before your body even hit the floor, I'm gone without a trace
Because I'm slippery, when I do my trickery
It's like hickory-di*kory-dock when I c*ck the Glock
Psychopathic Ryda hidin' out (What?)
Spark a wet cigarette, start the blazer up and ride out! (b*tch!)

[Verse 7: Lil' Shank & Full Clip]
I know I'm lowridin' out like Rideomous Prime
And all them b*tches in the skies better open they eyes
Before the trigger happy Rydas roll out in the black trucks
Keep my name outta your mouth and tell em "Shut the f*ck up!" (The f*ck up!)

[Verse 8: Full Clip]
The f*ck up!
Ryda love to the E-N-D (What?)
We constantly jackin' your beats and bankin' all your cheese, please (b*tch, ha ha!)
Buckle your knees, take your car keys
Bumpin' your beats in your whip, b*tch, ride out on these! (Motherf*cker!)

[Chorus]
Rydas, ride out (Motherf*cker!)
Rydas, ride out (What?!)
Rydas, ride out (Yeah, boy!)
Rydas, ride out (Motherf*cker!)
Rydas, ride out (Motherf*cker!)
Rydas, ride out (What?!)
Rydas, ride out (Yeah, boy!)
Rydas, ride out (Motherf*cker!)