Released on July 3, 2001

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[Intro: Full Clip]

Psychopathic Rydas up in that bitch ass, motherfucker, trigger deep!

When you see us coming, turn the fuck around and get the fuck on!

Lil' Shank, speak on these fools!

[Verse 1: Lil' Shank & Bullet]

I drop gangsta shit with my gangsta clique

And everybody on the other side, suck my dick

Now with my gangsta ways and my gangsta walk

I spit gangsta shit every time I talk

Now what you motherfuckers know about a Ryda in black

Who be invested all his cheddar 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 you think we're comin' for you, best to grab your grip

Cause Lil' Shank and the Rydas on some gangsta shit (Motherfucker!)


[Chorus: Foe Foe]

Rydas! (What!), Rydas! (What!)

Where you at y'all? (We be dumpin' out the car!)

It's all (Gangsta shit!), it's all (Gangsta shit!)

And we (Married to the game, and we ain'sta quit!)


[Interlude: Foe Foe]

Y'all bitch-ass niggas, actin' like you know a motherfucker

Ridin' and bumpin' my shit

Bitch, I'm a thug!

Bitch, this shit for life, motherfucker!

Bullet, let these motherfuckers 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, fuck your hood!

Fuck your baby mamma and you know that I could, bitch!

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 shit, 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 shit!), it's all (Gangsta shit!)

And we be (Married to the game, and we ain'sta quit!)


[Interlude: Lil' Shank]

Man, for all you bitch-ass niggas out there, talkin' loud

But really ain't sayin' shit

Ya'll need to do us all a motherfuckin' favor...

Shut the fuck up!

Full Clip, buck these niggas!


[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 (Bitch!)

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 shit (Yeah!)

Any bitches that oppose can eat a fat dick (What!)

I'm out for the money, so bitches 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

Cock the hammer back, let one go in your face

And leave your motherfuckin' 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 shit!), it's all (Gangsta shit!)

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 shit, on and on, we want it all

The underground, the overground

Foe Foe, come with it man!


[Verse 5: Foe Foe]

Bitch, 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 shit 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 shit (Gangsta!)

Have your whole block blown to bits, then fuck your bitch

I'm on some thug shit on the corner, hustle sellin' drug shit

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 shit!), it's all (Gangsta shit!)

And we (Married to the game, and we ain'sta quit!)

[Outro: Cell Block & Bullet]

Yeah bitch, we're married to the motherfuckin' game!

That's some real gangsta shit for the Rydas!

That's Bullet, Foe Foe, Full Clip, Lil' Shank, and I'm Cell Block!

Psychopathic, motherfucker! (Yeah!)

Detroit's infamous Psychopathic Rydas

Back, 10 feet deep up in that bitch ass!

Foe Foe, Cell Block, Lil' Shank, Full Clip, and Bullet

Ryden Dirtay, motherfucker!

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