[Segue: Sawed Off]
....motherfucker gold fillings out his mouth!
[Intro: Full Clip]
Yo!
This is motherfuckin' Full Clip!
The Psychopathic Ryda up in this motherfucker!
I'd do anything, anything....
[Verse 1: Lil' Shank]
For my Rydas, I stay loked out
Comin' with that thug shit, everybody and they mama know about
Khakis on crease with my hand on my piece of mine
We clique'd and ready to ride tonight
Now who, if anybody at all
Lookin' to stand against us, against us, you sure to fall
Odds are against you
So don't pretend to be affiliated with the Rydas when we're dumpin' at you
[Verse 2: Converse]
For my Rydas, I just might have to
Duct tape your body, ransom you, kidnap you
Nail a mic to your hand until it squirt blood
I feel alive, when I hate, it only hurts to love
Fuck your thought, if you die, it's your own fault
Real Rydas ride, Rydas don't walk
And killers don't talk, get outlined in chalk
The onе who got away, the one who didn't get caught
For my Rydas, hatе us or you love us
We love the underground, cuz all the dirt's above us
Stay filthy until the day they kill me
Rather be carried by six than judged by twelve, that's guilty
....motherfucker gold fillings out his mouth!
[Intro: Full Clip]
Yo!
This is motherfuckin' Full Clip!
The Psychopathic Ryda up in this motherfucker!
I'd do anything, anything....
[Verse 1: Lil' Shank]
For my Rydas, I stay loked out
Comin' with that thug shit, everybody and they mama know about
Khakis on crease with my hand on my piece of mine
We clique'd and ready to ride tonight
Now who, if anybody at all
Lookin' to stand against us, against us, you sure to fall
Odds are against you
So don't pretend to be affiliated with the Rydas when we're dumpin' at you
[Verse 2: Converse]
For my Rydas, I just might have to
Duct tape your body, ransom you, kidnap you
Nail a mic to your hand until it squirt blood
I feel alive, when I hate, it only hurts to love
Fuck your thought, if you die, it's your own fault
Real Rydas ride, Rydas don't walk
And killers don't talk, get outlined in chalk
The onе who got away, the one who didn't get caught
For my Rydas, hatе us or you love us
We love the underground, cuz all the dirt's above us
Stay filthy until the day they kill me
Rather be carried by six than judged by twelve, that's guilty
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