Young Wicked

"Yall Crew Ain’t Nuthin"

Real rydas up in this b*tch (b*tch b*tch b*tch)
Real real rydas up in this b*tch (b*tch)
Real rydas up in this b*tch (b*tch b*tch b*tch)
Real real rydas up in this b*tch (b*tch)

[Chorus: Twiztid]
I'm a Ryda y'all crew ain't nothing but soft as sh*t talk, all of y'all frontin'
Punk motherf*ckers ain't down with this only real Rydas up in this b*tch let 'em know [x2]

[Verse 1: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
Kidnap (?) fast you know my pedigree
Playing in the game no timeouts or referees
You b*tches could never be on my level or the map
Just keep your suit pressed for the dirt nap
My crew is all that (?)
I know that they don't want it see its (?)
And I keep them guns by the dozens
Shells by the hundred so you don't want no problems it ain't nothing

[Verse 2: Boondox]
Listen and shut the f*ck up pay attention
Turn your headlights off and take your key out the ignition
Do you follow a religion I suggest you start praying
See them shooters in the woods, what in world are they sprayin'
See all you (?) taking meetings up with Jesus would have (?) at the red light and shot 'em all to pieces
Ya crew wasn't sh*t now you out here riding solo
6 dead homies pistols pointed at your Polo
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