[Intro: Bullet]

Jumpsteady, Tom Dub, Patrick, Jason, Av Curt, Billy, Jeremy, Pickles, Steve, Barry, Mike P, Jesse, Mike C, Nathan, Stephen (Who up, who up?), Eric, J Dirty, Nathan

[Verse 1: Bullet]

Don Bullione, I blow your throat piece off (hey)

And you gon' spray blood every time you cough

'Cause I'm a murderer like that and it's time you learned

If you dance with the devil, then your ass get burned

Affiliation, gangbang professional (Yeah!)

Meaning your murder was intentional (Uh-huh!)

Your mama gonna need therapy when you die

'Cause I'ma sever your head and send your mama your eye-eye!

[Verse 2: Cell Block]

Who wanna test a motherfucker? (Come on) Bitch, I'm the hardest

Nigga in the hood, your rag part is my targets

I'm scopin' you out (Yeah!), red beam on your forehead

Rydas don't play (What?), I'm quick to leave you dead (What?)

Bitch, we ain't broke (What?), we all about our cash (What?)

And that's an old motherfucker still talkin' trash

I pull the gat out and stick it in your mouth

While you niggas cryin', The Rydas goin' all out

[Chorus: Bullet]

Bye Bye! (These Rydas don't die)

Bye Bye! (Come on killer, come try)

Bye Bye! (Buckshot buck boom!)

Bye Bye! (Rydas in the room!)

[Verse 3: Foe Foe]

Better watch your back, I got my gat cocked right between your eyes

I let it pop and watch your whole program drop

I give a fuck, I'm like a hitman, ridin' in trucks

And I'll be bustin' motherfuckers with these hot ass slugs

I sold drugs for too long, now I'm into killin' shit

Into bustin' hollows in bitches who pop the helly lip

Ryda clique, Foe Foe murdered the whole block

Burn that bitch down, bitch-ass niggas can eat a Glock

[Verse 4: Full Clip]

Hot spark, one to your chest, lungs on the floor

Forty poured out in your memory (Damn) What'd you die for?

Tryin' to score out of Full Clip's pocket?

That's why your heart exploded from a blazin' rocket

Any sidewinder tryin' to undercut a Ryda

Get blasted up and wild than Tracy Lorde's vagina

'Cause we wiser (Yep!) than your average gang-bang hustler

Kickin' up dust when I bust rocks up in you (Bah!)

[Chorus: Bullet]

Bye Bye! (These Rydas don't die)

Bye Bye! (Come on killer, come try)

Bye Bye! (Buckshot buck boom!)

Bye Bye! (Rydas in the room!)

[Verse 5: Lil' Shank]

Pucker up and kiss your ass goodbye

All you none Rydin' motherfuckers (Yay, yay!), you can eat a dick and die

What you know about a thug? What you know about a G?

You ain't a Ryda, motherfucker, you ain't shit to me (Yeah!)

No matter what those other niggas try to tell you, loke (Uh-uh!)

Fuck you and your skills and your jaw gettin' broke (Yeah!)

If you ain't Foe Foe, Bullet or Cell Block (Uh-huh!)

Full Clip or Lil' Shank, you can eat a cock! (Bitch!)

[Verse 6: Bullet]

Look at me, gangsta, Khakis, and masks (Yeah!)

Shotgun barrel to your mouthhole, blast

Blow your Adam's apple into applesauce

Call your mama, and tell about her horrible loss

But I gives no fuck, fuck your luck

'Cause it ran out and I bail out in a black truck

I don't even wanna see your face no more

I'ma rip it off and then punch your skull

[Verse 7: Full Clip]

Dumb motherfucker brave off 8-ball or Sherm

When you gonna learn that a Ryda let his pistol burn?

Contact a lawyer firm and get your wig broke

Straps are flyin' to your head, legs, chest, and throat

Let it be known to the rest of your bitch crew

Ain't no limitations, set or who we run through

You motherfucker you, kiss your momma with the tip of my [?] (Buck, buck, buck!)

Boom baby, bye bye

[Chorus: Bullet]

Bye Bye! (These Rydas don't die)

Bye Bye! (Come on killer, come try)

Bye Bye! (Buckshot buck boom!)

Bye Bye! (Rydas in the room!)

[Verse 8: Foe Foe]

I see you bitches still don't know

I let the gat do the talkin', when I'm buckin' at these punk-ass hoes

Catch you slippin' in my gun zone (Yayeaa)

All alone, with my beam on the tip of your nose and there it goes, blaow!

Shootin' bitches for some back in the day

They tried to rat a nigga out and now they buried away

Niggas gettin' carried away (Bye-bye!)

On the stretcher with the white sheet

Bitch-ass nigga, now you're bug meat!

[Outro]

797, 797

We are high in the sky

We've located 5 suspects

They are heading east bound on 7 Mile

They just crossed Woodward

Please respond

797, this is coral police responding

We have units in pursuit at this time

Once the suspects are apprehended, we are going to suck their units

Over

Coral, this is 797

Be advised

If the suspects ejaculate, save some for me

Over