[Intro: Bullet]

Bring it

Cell Block, Twin Gats, Full Clip, Foe Foe, Lil' Shank, Bullet

Jeremy, Psychopathic Rydas

Nipples, Tom Dub, all up in that bitch ass

Bubba Dub, Double A

Stepdirt, Jump Steady, Billy Bill, Tom K

Mike E. Clark, Jason, Dougie, Psychopathic!

(Bring it to me)

[Chorus]

Who got more hoes than us? (Don't nobody!)

No, who rock more shows than us? (Don't nobody!)

No, who got more bank than us? (Don't nobody!)

No, who down with hoods in black trucks (Fuckin' everybody!)

[Verse 1: Foe Foe]

Back the fuck up 'cause y'all ain't got shit

Representin' the street killers my whole clique

Where the bitch? We run hoes for all they loot

And when my money ain't right yo

Believe we down to shoot

Different day, what, different bitch

And at least once a month, my whole entourage switch

Hands down, motherfuckers, case closed

Psychopathic Rydas got all the hoes!

[Chorus]

Who got more hoes than us? (Don't nobody!)

No, who rock more shows than us? (Don't nobody!)

No, who got more bank than us? (Don't nobody!)

No, who down with hoods in black trucks (Fuckin' everybody!)

[Interlude: Bullet]

Everybody that's down that is...

Hey yo Full Clip, bring it to 'em!

[Verse 2: Full Clip]

Ooh who's that? Clip from the Rydas

Dumpin' out bystanders at the cops behind us

Ooh who's that? Your motherfuckin' killer

Pull out my nine and blast you in your grills, yeah!

Oooh who's that? The winner of bread

Put your face on the curb and kick the back of your head

Oooh who's that? Hatchet representer fool hood in a black truck

Ryda 'til I die, that's who!

[Verse 3: Lil' Shank]

I don't give a fuck how many caps they peel

Fuck they crew and all they motherfuckin' homeboys frontin' like they real

I got the hollow tip bullets for that Teflon vest

Blow a hole the size of hubcaps dead in your chest

We ain't afraid to make the hammer go cock

Just to erase a couple of wack motherfuckers off the block

Leave you layin' in a pine box with roses from your crew

Pause for a second, check yourself, and ask who!

[Chorus]

Who got more hoes than us? (Don't nobody!)

No, who rock more shows than us? (Don't nobody!)

No, who got more bank than us? (Don't nobody!)

No, who down with hoods in black trucks (Fuckin' everybody!)

[Verse 4: Bullet]

You saw the show? Say I didn't rock it

I'ma jab a stick in your eye socket

I'm through tryin to prove myself all the time

I'm the motherfuckin' shit, bottom line!

Fuck this tryin' to impress y'all!

I'll wear a half shirt and walk a fat bitch through the mall!

Shit, I don't pick and choose my freaks

I'll fuck a crackhead with warts on her buttcheeks

And I'd still be the shit like that

Fuckin Yokozuna ain't livin this fat, baby what!

Ain't nobody bad like us

25 drunk Ryda dawgs in the tour bus

[Outro]

Who down with hoods in black trucks (Fuckin' everybody!)