Psychopathic Rydas Lyrics
Psychopathic Rydas Lyrics
"Gangsta Shit Lyrics"
On My Mind Lyrics
take a look at yourself you give me goosebumps down my spine i cannot focuse what's important because of you and when you smile to me well i cannot breathe i end up laughing with you not knowing what the joke was about, yea you're on my mind you're on my mind you're on my mind all the time you're on my mind you're on my mind you're on my mind all the time have you ever considered not being so friendly to everyone just let go for a while and when you try to be someone else i end up laughing with you
take a look at yourself you give me goosebumps down my spine i cannot focuse what's important because of you and when you smile to me well i cannot breathe i end up laughing with you not knowing what the joke was about, yea you're on my mind you're on my mind you're on my mind all the time you're on my mind you're on my mind you're on my mind all the time have you ever considered not being so friendly to everyone just let go for a while and when you try to be someone else i end up laughing with you
Psychopathic Rydas up in that bitch ass, mutha fucka
Trigga deep
When you see us coming, turn the fuck around
And get the fuck on
Lil Shank
Speak on these fools
I drop gangsta shit
With my gangsta click
And everybody on the otherside
Suck my dick
Now with my gangsta ways
And gangsta walk
I spit gangsta shit
Everytime I talk
Now what you mutha fuckas know bout a Ryda in black?
Who be invested all his chedda on these trees and gats
I got ammunition to bring the fuckin' drama whenever
Who wanna talk shit, where it's at, bitch whatever
Who wanna test me, simply get your wig pushed back
Me and my four Ryda homies ready for the attack
And if ya think we coming full
You better grab your grip
Cause Lil Shank and the Rydas
On some gangsta shit (mutha fucka!)
Rydas (Whut!)
Ryda (Whut!)
Where you at y'all?
We be dumpin out the cut
It's all
Gangsta Shit
It's all
Gangsta shit, (and we) married to the game and we hates to quit
Y'all bitch ass niggas actin' like you know a mu-fucka
Rydin' n fuckin' my shit
Bitch I'ma thug
Bitch, this shit 4 life mutha fucka
Bullet, let thes
Cassandra Gemini Lyrics
I think I’ve become one of the others I think I’ve become one of the others I think I’ve become one of the others There was a frail syrup dripping off His lap danced lapel, punctuated by her Decrepit prowl she washed down the hatching Gizzard soft as a mane of needles His orifice icicles hemorrhaged By combing her torso to a pile Perspired the trophy shelves made room for his collapse She was a mink handjob in sarcophagus heels Bring me to my knees Read the sharpened lines All my arms Bled me blind Faucet leaks in shado
e mutha fuckas know summ I think I’ve become one of the others I think I’ve become one of the others I think I’ve become one of the others There was a frail syrup dripping off His lap danced lapel, punctuated by her Decrepit prowl she washed down the hatching Gizzard soft as a mane of needles His orifice icicles hemorrhaged By combing her torso to a pile Perspired the trophy shelves made room for his collapse She was a mink handjob in sarcophagus heels Bring me to my knees Read the sharpened lines All my arms Bled me blind Faucet leaks in shado
Look at my craw
It's like bump bump bumpin'
Psychopathic Ryda
Dump dump dumpin'
Jump jumpin up, everybody's runnin'
King Kong Ryda Daddy
Bullet-Zilla's comin
Strompin on crabs
Crushin' on hogs
Can I be at one from a Ryda, dogg? (heeey)
I don't respect your set
Fuck your hood
Fuck your baby mamma
And ya know I could, bitch
I leave you missin like Twin Gats (ugh)
Lost deep in a cave wit dem rats and bats
My name is Bullet
Soul gonna pierce your brain
Sever your spine and leave your limbs dinglin'
Dis is gangsta shit, this is all I know
So when I show up, open the safe and hit the floor (Yayeah!)
Rydas (Whut!)
Rydas (Whut!)
Where you at y'all?
We be dumpin out the cut
It's all
Gangsta Shit
It's all
Gangsta shit, (and we) married to the game and we hates to quit
Man, for all you bitch ass niggas out there talkin loud
Friendly and sayin' shit
Y'all need to do us all a mutha fuckin' favor
Shut the fuck up!
Full Clip, fuck these niggas
Dump (dump)
Blaugh (blaugh)
Whistle (whistle)
Pop (pop)
That be the Psychopathic Rydas at the Mom
Castaway Lyrics
i head for distant lands leaving my expenses forsake this land of plastic i would try to be something but you wont stop talking drifting for the farthest shore i would try to be something but you wont stop debating try to find ways so i can start living its been said the things you buy they own you but they dont own me anymore this time things will be different submitting to this mountain cant find your way to the top this time things will change stranded on a distant shore waves crash down on me just another wasted year turning on the vide castaway Cop
And it don't stop, fizzle cleazay
Sprung legs get popped with a swizzle greasy
Fo Sheezy
We represents tha D
East to the West Side
And everything in between
We never seen
Unless we in a dress code
Hoods and black trunks
Foot thick bank rolls
We the hardest clique
Kickin' gangsta shit
Any bitches that oppose can eat a fat dick
I'm out fo the money
So bitches better freeze
And when we on yo block go and call the police
Fool, I get out the corner, pull the heat from my waist
Cock the hammer back and let one go in yo face
And leave yo mutha fuckin body lyin on the floor
And wait with the Rydas to end with the law (Psychopatchic!)
Rydas (Whut!)
Ryda (Whut!)
Where you at y'all?
We be dumpin out the cut
It's all
Gangsta Shit
It's all
Gangsta shit, (and we) married to the game and we hates to quit
From Chicago's south side
To Houston's Fifth Ward
Watts, South Central
All of that shit, on and on
We want it all
The underground
The overground
Foe Foe, come wit it man.
Bitch, you ain't learnt?
Rydas don't die
Foe Foe representin'
Smokin' choke and stay
All you ho's get your hands up
Put your petty cash up
The Rydas want the safe
And all the shit under the mattress
Drop, get on the floor
Don't make me have to get yo ho's
Cause if I do they'll find your body in another time zone
Mind blown with this gangsta shit (gangsta)
Have your whole block blown ta bits
Then fuck your bitch
I'm on some thug shit
On the corner, hustle sell drug shit
Rydin' with my homies
Bustin' shots at punk ass kids (blah!!!)
Ain't nobody game like us
We love to bust
We love da rust
And watch you blood gush
Rydas (Whut!)
Ryda (Whut!)
Where you at y'all?
We be dumpin out the cut
It's all
Gangsta Shit
It's all
Gangsta shit, (and we) married to the game and we hates to quit
Yea bitch, married to the motha fucking game!
That's some real gangsta shit, mutha faacko
That's Bullet, Foe Foe, Full Clip, Lil' Shank, and I'm Cell Block
Psychopathic mutha fucka (Ye-ah!)
Detroit's, infamous, Psychopatchic Rydas
Back...10 feet deep up in that bitch ass
Foe Foe, Cell Block, Lil' Shank, Full Clip, and Bullet
Ryden Dirty, mutha fuckaaa!
Like dis
i head for distant lands leaving my expenses forsake this land of plastic i would try to be something but you wont stop talking drifting for the farthest shore i would try to be something but you wont stop debating try to find ways so i can start living its been said the things you buy they own you but they dont own me anymore this time things will be different submitting to this mountain cant find your way to the top this time things will change stranded on a distant shore waves crash down on me just another wasted year turning on the vide castaway
And it don't stop, fizzle cleazay
Sprung legs get popped with a swizzle greasy
Fo Sheezy
We represents tha D
East to the West Side
And everything in between
We never seen
Unless we in a dress code
Hoods and black trunks
Foot thick bank rolls
We the hardest clique
Kickin' gangsta shit
Any bitches that oppose can eat a fat dick
I'm out fo the money
So bitches better freeze
And when we on yo block go and call the police
Fool, I get out the corner, pull the heat from my waist
Cock the hammer back and let one go in yo face
And leave yo mutha fuckin body lyin on the floor
And wait with the Rydas to end with the law (Psychopatchic!)
Rydas (Whut!)
Ryda (Whut!)
Where you at y'all?
We be dumpin out the cut
It's all
Gangsta Shit
It's all
Gangsta shit, (and we) married to the game and we hates to quit
From Chicago's south side
To Houston's Fifth Ward
Watts, South Central
All of that shit, on and on
We want it all
The underground
The overground
Foe Foe, come wit it man.
Bitch, you ain't learnt?
Rydas don't die
Foe Foe representin'
Smokin' choke and stay
Pure Smokey Lyrics
Throughout my lifetimes I'd hesitate I'd feel some joy But before I'd show my thanks it became too late But now all the way I want to find the time Stop and say I thank you Lord for giving us each new day And as I think back over so many years Love that's filled my ears I got to thank you Lord for giving us Pure Smokey And anyone who hears - hears that voice so free He really got a hold on me And I thank you all for giving to us Smokey - Smokey Singing it so sweetly Like no one else could do Always trying something new I thank you all for giv
in' highThroughout my lifetimes I'd hesitate I'd feel some joy But before I'd show my thanks it became too late But now all the way I want to find the time Stop and say I thank you Lord for giving us each new day And as I think back over so many years Love that's filled my ears I got to thank you Lord for giving us Pure Smokey And anyone who hears - hears that voice so free He really got a hold on me And I thank you all for giving to us Smokey - Smokey Singing it so sweetly Like no one else could do Always trying something new I thank you all for giv
All you ho's get your hands up
Put your petty cash up
The Rydas want the safe
And all the shit under the mattress
Drop, get on the floor
Don't make me have to get yo ho's
Cause if I do they'll find your body in another time zone
Mind blown with this gangsta shit (gangsta)
Have your whole block blown ta bits
Then fuck your bitch
I'm on some thug shit
On the corner, hustle sell drug shit
Rydin' with my homies
Bustin' shots at punk ass kids (blah!!!)
Ain't nobody game like us
We love to bust
We love da rust
And watch you blood gush
Rydas (Whut!)
Ryda (Whut!)
Where you at y'all?
We be dumpin out the cut
It's all
Gangsta Shit
It's all
Gangsta shit, (and we) married to the game and we hates to quit
Yea bitch, married to the motha fucking game!
That's some real gangsta shit, mutha faacko
That's Bullet, Foe Foe, Full Clip, Lil' Shank, and I'm Cell Block
Psychopathic mutha fucka (Ye-ah!)
Detroit's, infamous, Psychopatchic Rydas
Back...10 feet deep up in that bitch ass
Foe Foe, Cell Block, Lil' Shank, Full Clip, and Bullet
Ryden Dirty, mutha fuckaaa!
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