[Intro: Bullet]
Jumpsteady, Tom Dub, Patrick, Jason, Av Curt, Billy, Jeremy, Pickles, Steve, Barry, Mike P, Jesse, Mike C, Nathan, Stephen (Who up, who up?), Eric, J Dirty, Nathan

[Verse 1: Bullet]
Don Bullione, I blow your throat piece off (hey)
And you gon' spray blood every time you cough
Cuz I'm a murderer like that and it's time you learned
If you dance with the devil, then your ass get burned
Affiliation, gangbang professional (Yeah!)
Meaning your murder was intentional (Uh-huh!)
Your mama gonna need therapy when you die
Cuz I'ma sever your head and send your mama your eye-eye!

[Verse 2: Cell Block]
Who wanna test a motherfucker? (Come on) Bitch, I'm the hardest
N***a in the hood, your rag part is my targets
I'm scopin' you out (Yeah!), red beam on your forehead
Rydas don't play (What?), I'm quick to leave you dead (What?)
Bitch, we ain't broke (What?), we all about our cash (What?)
And that's an old motherfucker still talkin' trash
I pull the gat out and stick it in your mouth
While you n***as cryin', The Rydas goin' all out

[Chorus: Bullet]
Bye Bye! (These Rydas don't die)
Bye Bye! (Come on killer, come try)
Bye Bye! (Buckshot buck boom!)
Bye Bye! (Rydas in the room!)
[Verse 3: Foe Foe]
Better watch your back, I got my gat cocked right between your eyes
I let it pop and watch your whole program drop
I give a fuck, I'm like a hitman, ridin' in trucks
And I'll be bustin' motherfuckers with these hot ass slugs
I sold drugs for too long, now I'm into killin' shit
Into bustin' hollows in bitches who pop the helly lip
Ryda clique, Foe Foe murdered the whole block
Burn that bitch down, bitch-ass n***as can eat a Glock

[Verse 4: Full Clip]
Hot spark, one to your chest, lungs on the floor
Forty poured out in your memory (Damn) What'd you die for?
Tryin' to score out of Full Clip's pocket?
That's why your heart exploded from a blazin' rocket
Any sidewinder tryin' to undercut a Ryda
Get blasted up and wild than Tracy Lorde's vagina
Cuz we wiser (Yep!) than your average gang-bang hustler
Kickin' up dust when I bust rocks up in you (Bah!)

[Chorus: Bullet]
Bye Bye! (These Rydas don't die)
Bye Bye! (Come on killer, come try)
Bye Bye! (Buckshot buck boom!)
Bye Bye! (Rydas in the room!)
[Verse 5: Lil' Shank]
Pucker up and kiss your ass goodbye
All you none Rydin' motherfuckers (Yay, yay!), you can eat a dick and die
What you know about a thug? What you know about a G?
You ain't a Ryda, motherfucker, you ain't shit to me (Yeah!)
No matter what those other n***as try to tell you, loke (Uh-uh!)
Fuck you and your skills and your jaw gettin' broke (Yeah!)
If you ain't Foe Foe, Bullet or Cell Block (Uh-huh!)
Full Clip or Lil' Shank, you can eat a cock! (Bitch!)

[Verse 6: Bullet]
Look at me, gangsta, Khakis, and masks (Yeah!)
Shotgun barrel to your mouthhole, blast
Blow your Adam's apple into applesauce
Call your mama, and tell about her horrible loss
But I gives no fuck, fuck your luck
'Cause it ran out and I bail out in a black truck
I don't even wanna see your face no more
I'ma rip it off and then punch your skull

[Verse 7: Full Clip]
Dumb motherfucker brave off 8-ball or Sherm
When you gonna learn that a Ryda let his pistol burn?
Contact a lawyer firm and get your wig broke
Straps are flyin' to your head, legs, chest, and throat
Let it be known to the rest of your bitch crew
Ain't no limitations, set or who we run through
You motherfucker you, kiss your momma with the tip of my [?] (Buck, buck, buck!)
Boom baby, bye bye
[Chorus: Bullet]
Bye Bye! (These Rydas don't die)
Bye Bye! (Come on killer, come try)
Bye Bye! (Buckshot buck boom!)
Bye Bye! (Rydas in the room!)

[Verse 8: Foe Foe]
I see you bitches still don't know
I let the gat do the talkin', when I'm buckin' at these punk-ass hoes
Catch you slippin' in my gun zone (Yayeaa)
All alone, with my beam on the tip of your nose and there it goes, blaow!
Shootin' bitches for some back in the day
They tried to rat a n***a out and now they buried away
N***as gettin' carried away (Bye-bye!)
On the stretcher with the white sheet
Bitch-ass n***a, now you're buck meat!

[Outro]
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 suck their units
Over

Coral, this is 797
Be advised
If the suspects ejaculate, save some for me
Over