Bring it
Cell Block, Twin Gats
Full Clip, Foe Foe, Lil' Shank, Bullet
Jeremy, Psychopathic Rydas
Nipples, Tom Dub
All up in that bitch ass
Bubba Dub, Double A
Stepdirt, Jump Steady, Billy Bill, Tom K
Mike E. Clark, Jason, Dougie
Psychopathic tell me
Who got more hoes than us? (Don't nobody)
No, who rock more shows than us? (Don't nobody)
No, who got more bank than us? (Don't nobody)
No, who down with hoods in black trucks (f*ckin everybody)
Back the f*ck up cause y'all ain't got shit
Representin the street killas my whole clique
Where the bitch we run hoes for all they loot
And when my money ain't right yo
Believe we down to shoot
Everyday what, different bitch
And at least once a month, my whole enterage switch
Hands down muthaf*ckas case closed
Psychopathic Rydas got all the hoes
Who got more hoes than us? (Don't nobody)
No, who rock more shows than us? (Don't nobody)
No, who got more bank than us? (Don't nobody)
No, who down with hoods in black trucks (f*ckin everybody)
Everybody that's down
That is me and Full Clip bring it to 'em
Oooh who's dat?
Clip from the Rydas
Dumpin out bystanders at the cops behind us
Oooh who's dat?
Your muthaf*ckin killa
Pull out my nine and blast you in your grill, yeah
Oooh who's dat?
The winner of bread
Put your face on the curb and kick the back of your head
Oooh who's dat?
Hatchet representin fool hood in a black truck
Ryda till I die that's what
I don't give a f*ck how many caps they peel
f*ck they crew and all they muthaf*ckin homeboys frontin like they real
I got the hollow tip bullets for that teflon vest
Blow a hole the size of hubcaps dead in your chest
We ain't afraid to make the hammer go cock
Just to erase a couple of wack muthaf*ckas off the block
Leave you layin in a pine box with roses from your crew
Pause for a second, check yourself, and ask who
Who got more hoes than us? (Don't nobody)
No, who rock more shows than us? (Don't nobody)
No, who got more bank than us? (Don't nobody)
No, who down with hoods in black trucks (f*ckin everybody)
You saw the show
Say I didn't rock it
I'ma jab a stick in your eye socket
I'm through tryin to prove myself all the time
I'm the muthaf*ckin shit bottom line
f*ck dis tryin to impress y'all
I'll wear a half shirt and walk a fat bitch through the mall
Shit I don't pick and choose my freaks
I'll f*ck a crackhead with warts on her butt cheeks
And I'd still be the shit like that
f*ckin Yokozuna ain't livin this fat baby what
Ain't nobody bad like us
25 drunk Ryda dawgs in the tour bus
Who down with hoods in black trucks? (f*ckin everybody)
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