Ride Out

Lyrics

[Intro: Bullet, Full Clip, & Lil' Shank] Psychopathic Rydas! Motherfuckers! We own Detroit! Rydas, bitch! Get your motherfuckin' hands up! From New York, to L.A., to Florida, [?] [Chorus] Rydas, ride out (Motherfucker!) Rydas, ride out (What?!) Rydas, ride out (Yeah, boy!) Rydas, ride out (Motherfucker!) [Verse 1: Full Clip & Bullet] We be the dick and vagina hiders from the backside of Psychopathic Rydas Whitey tighters ain't tighter! We be the [?] rollers, [?] guzzlers Bitch, motherfucker [?], natural born street hustlers We be the hatchet sporters, stick [?] supporters [And the keys I fold is ?] makin' deals on Motorolas (Yeah!) We be draped in platinum gold Jet black rolls, more Royce than Rolls can hold, po-po on pay roll We be the holders at snub stops, no doubt Stick you up, make out the back route and ride out! (Yeah!) [Verse 2: Lil' Shank & Bullet] While other bitches seem about it The Rydas on the street and we be about it Check to see and we find the mad bank roll with the rubber band If you a Ryda, then you like my fuckin' brother man (Uh-huh!) So lets get this cheddar and do these things we gotta do Find a chickenhead that the whole crew can run through Sippin' on the Crissy until the bottle lookin' low Send the same freak bitch to the motherfuckin' sto' (Take them hoes to the sto'!) Then we ride out, bitch you know it's all the same When you fuckin' with the ballers, ho, you can keep the change! (Ching!) [Chorus] Rydas, ride out (Motherfucker!) Rydas, ride out (What?!) Rydas, ride out (Yeah, boy!) Rydas, ride out (Motherfucker!) [Verse 3: Cell Block & Bullet] Ridin' on folks, don't come with no bitch shit Bitch shit, you should've known you can't fuck with Niggas from the hood ain't about talkin' shit They about robbin' suckers and emptyin' clips In the mouth of a bitch who ain't actin' right (Yeah!) To any bitch-made nigga, you don't want a fight With 5 true Rydas, high flow providers 2 southwesters, 3 eastsiders (Eastside!) 10 o' clock, ridin' down the suckers with the heat Out the window, bitch (Blah!), steady blazin' endo (Yeah!) Take a puff and pass it to my homies (Right here, right here!) Cock the gat and unload on all on you phonies (Plah!) You'll catch a slug ho, splatterin' your blood, ho Grave get dug bitch, it ain't no love, ho! [Verse 4: Bullet] My name is Bullet, I be what is known as a gangsta Shackin' up in the hideout and when I ride out I put an eye out, I'm in a black truck, bumpin' down the block Windows tinted, nothin' but a gat hangin' out! (Plah!) Boys in the hood, I be the cat in the back seat Eyes buggin' wide with the skully, brandishin' heat You hear my pitter-patter from a mile away Head chunks still fallin' down the followin' day I be the maniac! (Yeah!), hidin' out on the roof Bustin shots at cops for my Ryda dawgs (Woof!) Anybody wanna see me, bring a magnifying glass 'Cause I hide in the shadows and bust a cap in your ass I'll be the killer, you'll see me on the 10 o' clock news I'll put a barrel to your chest and blow your feet out your shoes! [Chorus] Rydas, ride out (Motherfucker!) Rydas, ride out (What?!) Rydas, ride out (Yeah, boy!) Rydas, ride out (Motherfucker!) [Verse 5: Cell Block & Bullet] You better ride out 'fore we get to slide out (What?) Heat that we pull out, unload the smoke out (Blah!) Rydas dumpin' clips, bitches run for cover When we on your block, duck low, motherfucker! (What, what?) [Verse 6: Bullet] Nice! I won't even think twice about buckin' the vice You wanna bang with the bears? Be prepared to pay the price (Blaow!) I walk up and blow a hole in your face Before your body even hit the floor, I'm gone without a trace Because I'm slippery, when I do my trickery It's like hickory-dickory-dock when I cock the Glock Psychopathic Ryda hidin' out (What?) Spark a wet cigarette, start the blazer up and ride out! (Bitch!) [Verse 7: Lil' Shank & Full Clip] I know I'm lowridin' out like Rideomous Prime And all them bitches in the skies better open they eyes Before the trigger happy Rydas roll out in the black trucks Keep my name outta your mouth and tell em "Shut the fuck up!" (The fuck up!) [Verse 8: Full Clip] The fuck up! Ryda love to the E-N-D (What?) We constantly jackin' your beats and bankin' all your cheese, please (Bitch, ha ha!) Buckle your knees, take your car keys Bumpin' your beats in your whip, bitch, ride out on these! (Motherfucker!) [Chorus] Rydas, ride out (Motherfucker!) Rydas, ride out (What?!) Rydas, ride out (Yeah, boy!) Rydas, ride out (Motherfucker!) Rydas, ride out (Motherfucker!) Rydas, ride out (What?!) Rydas, ride out (Yeah, boy!) Rydas, ride out (Motherfucker!)