Nobody In Dis Game Psychopathic Rydas
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[Intro: Cell Block & Foe Foe]
All ya'll young motherfuckers comin' in the game (All my gangstas, all my thugs!)
Thinkin' ya'll gonna change some shit (Be afraid of the game, baby!)
We the motherfuckin' Rydas, bitch! (Ain't nobody in the game like us)
That's motherfuckin' Cell Block (Ain't nobody like us!)
That's Bullet, that's Lil' Shank, that's Foe Foe (Psychopathic Ryda for life, baby, runnin' with a hatchet!)
And that's Full Clip (When I pull on this bitch, what?)
That's five motherfuckin' Rydas, for life, bitch! (Pull up on this bitch, what, what, what?)
Foe Foe, bring the heat!
[Verse 1: Foe Foe]
When I speak, I make the walls all crumble (Yeah!)
Sittin' in the 655 with the bumble
Niggas all live for a block of the cheese
Pop a weak nigga right in his knees, so will I die? (Bitch, please!)
Gettin' G's by any means necessary
That's why my cousin doin' time and my dawgs got buried
Ya'll bitches is afraid of the gang (Right!)
Sittin' posted on the corner insane, makin' money, fuck the fame
Insane in the brain and quick to pull a gat
So quick to lay your punk ass flat
I'm the poster boy for car jacks (Bitch!)
And my name is Foe Foe
Anybody got a problem with me, bring it to my door (Yo, yo!)
And I'ma let my gun unload
And watch the back of your motherfuckin' head explode (Punk!)
I'm from the streets where you hustle for your rep
Anybody wanna step, they gon' catch it, you can bet (What, what, what, what?)
All ya'll young motherfuckers comin' in the game (All my gangstas, all my thugs!)
Thinkin' ya'll gonna change some shit (Be afraid of the game, baby!)
We the motherfuckin' Rydas, bitch! (Ain't nobody in the game like us)
That's motherfuckin' Cell Block (Ain't nobody like us!)
That's Bullet, that's Lil' Shank, that's Foe Foe (Psychopathic Ryda for life, baby, runnin' with a hatchet!)
And that's Full Clip (When I pull on this bitch, what?)
That's five motherfuckin' Rydas, for life, bitch! (Pull up on this bitch, what, what, what?)
Foe Foe, bring the heat!
[Verse 1: Foe Foe]
When I speak, I make the walls all crumble (Yeah!)
Sittin' in the 655 with the bumble
Niggas all live for a block of the cheese
Pop a weak nigga right in his knees, so will I die? (Bitch, please!)
Gettin' G's by any means necessary
That's why my cousin doin' time and my dawgs got buried
Ya'll bitches is afraid of the gang (Right!)
Sittin' posted on the corner insane, makin' money, fuck the fame
Insane in the brain and quick to pull a gat
So quick to lay your punk ass flat
I'm the poster boy for car jacks (Bitch!)
And my name is Foe Foe
Anybody got a problem with me, bring it to my door (Yo, yo!)
And I'ma let my gun unload
And watch the back of your motherfuckin' head explode (Punk!)
I'm from the streets where you hustle for your rep
Anybody wanna step, they gon' catch it, you can bet (What, what, what, what?)
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