Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Shank, Cellblock] Sparkin' blunts for all you ****** It's the motherfuckin' Ryda clique, you know what I'm sayin'? Lil Shank, and that ***** they call Cellblock (That's right) We make y'all motherfuckers bounce (Let's bounce) Get up, get up Get up, get up [Verse 1: Lil Shank] We'll make the sky turn blue, we'll make the Crips hate red We'll make my enemies resemble the likes of the walking dead We'll make the haters make mе more than the averagе man Just the thought of one ***** stacking grand after grand What the fuck bitches want from a ***** I figure if you act like a *****, you get smacked like a ***** We'll make the Ryda grip a black truck Seven deep on the ave screamin' I don't give a fuck [Verse 2: Cellblock] ****** bounce in the club, we keep the heater full of slugs We got the hollow tip bullet for you player-hating thugs We the Rydas, bitch, roll deep like a mack truck Flashing our gats, so keep your motherfuckin' hands up And leave your money and your jewels on the floor And Lil Shank grab the money while Bullet watch the door For the Five-O always trying to creep on the ****** No surprise, bitch, always seven deep with my ****** [Verse 3: Lil Shank] We'll make the ****** rap the tre side Spittin' lyric after lyric over drum loops and basslines We'll make the Blood hate the color blue We'll make my neighborhood infested with pushers and prostitutes We'll make the most out of hard times Smart folks that apply they self and learn from hard times We'll make the Rydas unfuckwithable 'Cause we raised in the ghetto and we brought up like some [?] [Verse 4: Cellblock] [?] call the cops up out of donut shops Two identified bodies that we left on the block 'Cause we mash through your hood wearing blue and red Steady trippin' talkin' shit and you wind up dead Duck low when we ride by Everybody on the street, they can respect a drive-by So if you wanna [?] when the lights go out Catch me hanging out the window, guaranteed to pull out [Chorus: Lil Shank, Cellblock] We'll make a thug dump a clip in your neck It be the rules of the game, either fear or respect The rules of the game, either fear or respect The rules of the game, either fear or respect [Verse 5: Lil Shank] If you protect yourself from the player-hatin' few Then why them same player-haters still hatin' on you? I'll make a ***** wanna brandish then unload a firearm Don't you know we 'bout to load it, homeboy, the beef is on Why you starin'? What can make a Ryda stop carin' But thuggin' out of controls in cities that they livin' The rules of the game, either fear or respect Tell you and your mama, get your shit in check [Verse 6: Cellblock] You know we always on time with the fat ass dime Pull a one eighty-seven and leave the scene of the crime We the ****** with the [?], but we gots to get our money AK to your ribs, bitch, ain't shit funny On the streets of the east where I was born and rasied Rollin' deep with the Rydas, robbin' suckers, gettin' paid Yeah we make it bounce, with chrome-played triggers Now who wanna step to seven real ******?