[Intro: Lil' Shank & Foe Foe]
Real Rydas up in this bitch (Bitch, bitch, bitch)
Real, real Rydas up in this bitch (Bitch, bitch, bitch)
Real Rydas up in this bitch (Bitch, bitch, bitch)
Real, real Rydas up in this bitch (Bitch, bitch, bitch)
[Chorus: Lil' Shank]
I'm a Ryda, y'all crew ain't nothin'!
The soft-ass shit talk, all of y'all frontin'!
Punk motherfuckers ain't down with this
Only real Rydas up in this bitch, let 'em know!
I'm a Ryda, y'all crew ain't nothin'!
The soft-ass shit talk, all of y'all frontin'!
Punk motherfuckers ain't down with this
Only real Rydas up in this bitch, let 'em know!
[Verse 1: Cell Block]
Kidnap your secret fast, you know my pedigree
Playin' in the game, no timeouts or referees
You bitches could never be on my level or the map
Just keep your suit pressed for the dirt nap (Uh-huh!)
My crew is all that, all G, [?]
And I know that they don't want to see [?]
And I keep them guns by the dozens, shells by the hundred
So you don't want no problems, it ain't nothin' (Not nothin'!)
[Verse 2: Yung Dirt]
Listen and shut the fuck up, pay attention
Turn your headlights off and take your key out the ignition
Do you follow a religion? I suggest you start prayin'
See them shooters in the woods? One word and they sprayin'
See all these cliques takin' meetings up with Jesus
Put a phone him at the red light and shot 'em all to pieces
Your crew ain't shit, now you out here ridin' solo
Six dead homies, pistols pointed at your Polo
[Chorus: Lil' Shank]
I'm a Ryda, y'all crew ain't nothin'!
The soft-ass shit talk, all of y'all frontin'!
Punk motherfuckers ain't down with this
Only real Rydas up in this bitch, let 'em know!
I'm a Ryda, y'all crew ain't nothin'!
The soft-ass shit talk, all of y'all frontin'!
Punk motherfuckers ain't down with this
Only real Rydas up in this bitch, let 'em know!
[Verse 3: Van Dyke Gordy]
My name is Van Dyke Gordy, I'm a fucking gang leader
Come to shoot your whole porch up, I know today's Easter
And you on your way to church and got your dumb ass murked (Bitch!)
Just because you had the wrong hood on your t-shirt
I'm a Eastside killin' AK-47 shooter
Put the fear of God in your chest, he screamin' "Hallelujah!"
Knock you out your boots, just how I'ma do him
Cock the Ruger, pop your top until the doctor say, "We losin' him!"
[Verse 4: Lil' Shank]
All my Rydas on a come up (Come up), streets ain't never easy (Easy)
Blindfold Birdbox, bitches you'll never see me (See me)
And if it ain't business or family, then it's beneath me
Heaven's waiting for me, but the streets wanna keep me (Wanna keep me)
Still ridin' the same, it's not a game
So we panned away the bullshit and the real Rydas remained (Real Rydas remained)
Keep it pushing, ain't a damn thing changed
But the year for the OG Rydas is right here! (Is right here!)
[Chorus: Lil' Shank]
I'm a Ryda, y'all crew ain't nothin'!
The soft-ass shit talk, all of y'all frontin'!
Punk motherfuckers ain't down with this
Only real Rydas up in this bitch, let 'em know!
I'm a Ryda, y'all crew ain't nothin'!
The soft-ass shit talk, all of y'all frontin'!
Punk motherfuckers ain't down with this
Only real Rydas up in this bitch, let 'em know!
[Verse 5: Lil' Slug]
Yeah... (Slug)
I'm the motherfuckin' dope man
I got money off the pop like a Coke can
Y'all sweeter than some fuckin' powdered toast, man
Assed out, I'm smoking you like a roach (Damn)
Eastside, westside, they all gettin' service
I've been over sellin' rock and committing murders
Flippin' birdies while you motherfuckers flippin' burgers
Lil' Slug on the back of my Ryda jersey
[Verse 6: Foe Foe]
I got a motherfuckin' problem with everyone, so I'm ridin' on anyone not a Ryda
Bitch, you must've thought I'ma pack a pause like a comma
But I'd rather find a cause of the drama
Put my balls in the jaws of they mamas
'Cause your family's involved when you fuck with The Rydas
And get raggedy like a saw when I cuts through the drama
I got memories of it all, every bullet deposit
I got your mom and them hidin' in a goddamn closet
[Chorus: Lil' Shank]
I'm a Ryda, y'all crew ain't nothin'!
The soft-ass shit talk, all of y'all frontin'!
Punk motherfuckers ain't down with this
Only real Rydas up in this bitch, let 'em know!
I'm a Ryda, y'all crew ain't nothin'!
The soft-ass shit talk, all of y'all frontin'!
Punk motherfuckers ain't down with this
Only real Rydas up in this-
[Verse 7: Miller Low Life]
Ay!
They call me Miller Low Life, 'cause when I hold mics
It look like I'm finna knock back a whole pint
M double L, call me Meezy for short
I'm finna get a fuckin' O.E. and some 'ports
And y'all n***as ain't about shit, we got y'all surrounded
I smash a 40 bottle on your head after I down it
I'm wilin', shootin' at your feet with the mallet
Now dance, n***a, dance; America's Got Talent
Dreadhead n***a finna shit on your crew
Need some screws for my brain 'cause I'm missin' a few
I put my foot in your ass, now there's shit on my shoe
And when I die, make sure I'm still grippin' a brew (Meezy!)
[Chorus: Lil' Shank]
I'm a Ryda, y'all crew ain't nothin'!
The soft-ass shit talk, all of y'all frontin'!
Punk motherfuckers ain't down with this
Only real Rydas up in this bitch, let 'em know!
I'm a Ryda, y'all crew ain't nothin'!
The soft-ass shit talk, all of y'all frontin'!
Punk motherfuckers ain't down with this
Only real Rydas up in this bitch, let 'em know!
