Psychopathic Rydas - Bye Bye lyrics

Jumpsteady Tom Dub Patrick Jason Av Curt Billy Jeremy Pickles Steve Barry Mike E Jesse Mike C Nathan Stephen (Hooha hooha) Eric J Dirty Nathan Don Corleone I blow ya throat piece off (hey) And you gone spray blood everytime you cough Cuz I'ma murderer (Like That) And it's time your learned If you dance with tha devil Then yo a** get burned Affiliation Gang bang professional Me and yo murda was intentional Your momma gonna need theropy when you die Cuz I'ma sever your head And send yo momma yo eyiieaa Who wanna test a mutha f**a b**h I'm the hardest n***a in the hood Your rap part is my targets I'm scopin' ya out Red beam on yo forehead Bodies don't play I'm quick to leave ya dead b**h we ain't broke We all about our cash And that's an ole mutha f**a Still talkin' trash I pull tha gat out And stick it in yo mouth And why you n***as cryin' The Rydas goin' all out Chorus: Bye Bye These Rydas don't die Bye Byie C'mon k**a come try Bye Bye Buckshot go boom Bye Byie Rydas in the room Betta watch yo back I got my gat co*ked Right between yo a** and let it fly And watch your whole program drop I give a f** I'm like a hit man Rydin' in trucks And I be bustin' mutha f**as With these hot a** slugs I sold d** fo to long Now I'm inta k**in' sh** Into bustin' hollow into b**hes Who pop the helly lip Ryda Clique Fo Fo murdered the whole block Burn that b**h down b**h a** n***as can eat a Glock I spark one to yo chest Launch on the floor Forty poured out in your memory Whud you die for? Tryin' ta score Outta Full Clip's pocket That's why your heart is pullin' From the place of riot Any side-runner tryin' to undercut a Ryda Get blasted up and wild Than Tracy Lorde's vagina Cuz we wiser Than yo average gang bang hustla Kickin' up dust When I bust Ryde sumthin' ya Chorus Pucker up and kiss your a** goodbye All you none Rydin' mutha f**as You can eat a dick and die What you know about a thug? What you know about a G? You ain't a Ryda mutha f**a You ain't sh** to me No matter what those otha n***as try to tell ya tho f** you and yo sk**s And yo jaw gettin' broke If you ain't Fo Fo Bullet or Cell Block Full Clip or L'il Shank You can eat a co*k Look at me Gangsta, Khakis and last Shotgun barrel to your mouth hole Blast Blow yo Adam's apple Into apple sauce Call yo momma And tell her bout her horrible loss But I guess...no...f** f** yo lud Cuz I ran out And I bail out in a black truck I don't even wanna see yo face no more I'ma rip it off and then punch your skull Dumb mutha f**a Bring an eight ball for Sherm When you gonna learn That a Ryda let his pistol burn Contact a lawyer firm And get your wig broke Straps are flying To yo head, legs, chest, and throat Let it be known To the rest of your b**h crew Ain't no limitations sh**...who we run through You mutha f**a you Kiss yo momma with two from my ride (BUCK BUCK BUCK) Boom baby bye bye Chorus I see you b**hes still don't know I let the gat do that talkin' When I'm balkin' at these punk a** hoes Catch ya slippin' in my gunzone (Yayeaa) All alone Wit my beam on the tip of yo nose And there it goes blaugh Shootin' b**hes For some back in the day Try ta rat a n***a out Now they buried away n***as gettin' carried away (bye bye) On the strips With the white sheet b**h a** n***a Now ya bug me 797 797 We are high in the sky We've located 5 suspects They are heading east bound on 7 mile They just crossed woodward Please respond 797, this is coral police responding We have units in pursuit at this time Once the suspects are apprehended We are going to s** their units Over Coral, this is 797 Be advised If the suspects ejactulate Save some for me Over