Psychopathic Rydas - Rydin' 4 Life lyrics

Psychopathic Rydas....ryde on these b**hes....forever and a day....y'all know how we do...it's Westside till we d-izz-ie...Eastside till we d-izz-ie....worldwide.. Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Hatchet rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Straight up rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Hatchet rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! That's for life!! Now we rydin' on these b**hes, ain't no mercy in my eyes With the Rydas by my side Screamin', "Die, muf**a, die!!" Never hesitate All up in the Escalade Bumpin' sounds from the Rydas, straight dumpin' Always into somethin' Gats on my hip, hangin' out the window Blazin' indo Lookin' for a narc or a nympho Breathin' this pollution always dancin' with the streets With my heat Can't be beat Get in mind And we rydin' I'ma ryde I got a hatchet on my side Long time ago, I was born to ryde Straight up Detroit Psychopathic Ryda Only real mission here is takin' you higher But we gets f**ed up and that's a fact We roll down your streets, pumpin', shootin' off gats So what the f** b**h, why you wanna get shot? You in the midst of the Rydas and Cell Block Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Hatchet rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Straight up rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Hatchet rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! That's for life!! I was 10-years-old, a lil' scruffy Already rydin', grippin' a black Huffy So Buffy my picky-lo b**hy-ho I'm the last jiggi-lo Fo' rilly tho On the dealio About this crew You don't join this sh**...we come to you Only a chosen few That know the pros and cons f** the Mafia, we froze the Dons Stakes in bonds I'm in a cashmiere sweater The better your cheddar The wetter you get her And never let her a** what she don't need to know 'Cause the flossin' will k** ya for sho' I know I had to k** a deputy Tryin' to question me About equity I coulda let it be But my skrilla comes first Till you see this Ryda rydin' a hearse Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Hatchet rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Straight up rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Hatchet rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! That's for life!! Rydin'? Rydin' b**h, no time for hidin' Rydin' is for a perfect balance in time Rydin' A, grippin' oversized black trucks Rydin' B, grip a hatchet in your hand, whut?! whut!? Rydin' C, fellow Rydas always got your back Rydin' D, And phones, me, and my bumps, and my Cadillac Holdin' heaters to Ryda haters heads Ryda E, I'm a Ryda and then some, 'nuff said You wanna ryde Well b**h, tell me why You wanna be hard, think I'm Mr. Nice Guy But I ain't, I'm the one they call Cell Block Carry two Colt .45's and a Glock Ready to pull out, so b**h squeeze that Itchy trigger finger on the side of my gat Five seconds later he was on the ground I got in my truck and peeled off with his pound Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Hatchet rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Straight up rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Hatchet rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! That's for life!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Hatchet rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Straight up rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Hatchet rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! That's for life!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Hatchet rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Straight up rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Hatchet rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! That's for life!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! That's for life!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! That's for life!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! That's for life!!