Lyrics:

Yeah, what the hell you know about the Rydas? BlackTrucks and hoods bitch!! Shit, you better check thatHell...Yo! (Yo!) I''m a killa, cap peela! (Yeah!)Other bitches is wack, but Rydas are for rilla (What?)Gimme all your skrilla, your keys to your rideTell your bitch to leave her purse with the wallet inside (That''s right!)Ain''t no frontin'' when Cell Block starts dumpin'' (Buck buck!)Through your neighborhood our black trucks be bumpin''Best to watch your mouth, peep game, and learn somethin'' (What?)Nigga, check nuts, ''cause I''m killin'' ova nuttin''Now I be ridin'' with my shawtyA fifth of Bicardi, my nose snottyIn the party, intentions to levitate a bodyGive a fuck who he with or who he knowLet the barrel blow or a quarrel knowOver somethin'' that he borrowed, noDo the math on the warpathMakin'' predictions to the body countI even blast a hottie nowSprayin'' couples ''cause I loved youSo fuck you, I don''t gangbang ''cause I''m strugglin''Biatches! Yo, I''m a killa ova nuttin''Killa ova nuttin'', a Ryda ain''t ashamed!Wettin'' mothafuckas up over anything!Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em'' down, baby down!Dumpin'' from the east to the westside of town!Killa ova nuttin'', a Ryda ain''t ashamed!Wettin'' mothafuckas up over anything!Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em'' down, baby down!Dumpin'' from the east to the westside of town!Now I knew this bitch, yo, she used to love meBuffin'' on my pickle piece, everything was lovelyForties and Swishers delivered to my doorstepEarly in the mornin'', neden on my woodpeckLivin'' lavish, every call beckoned onI''m the big Full Clip and bitches all pauseAnyway, with no reason for dramaI killed that motherfuckin'' bitch and her mamaStill doin'' drive-bys and leavin'' hoes for deadMislead is what my homeboy saidI ain''t no bitch, hoe, end your life on G.PWith ya whole family on the lawn staring at meAnd I could could give a fuck (What what?!), get to lookin'' at my gatGet to fiendin'' like a basehead, to leave you hoes flatTwo-Gats got my backKilla ova nuttin'', that''s a factGet out my face or get it slapped, bitch!Killa ova nuttin'', a Ryda ain''t ashamed!Wettin'' mothafuckas up over anything!Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em'' down, baby down!Dumpin'' from the east to the westside of town!Killa ova nuttin'', a Ryda ain''t ashamed!Wettin'' mothafuckas up over anything!Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em'' down, baby down!Dumpin'' from the east to the westside of town!I was born with the biggest chip on my shoulderI killed little kids and took they strollersI''m older, tie you up insteadAnd blow red lettuce out the side of your head (Pa-tow!)You could die any minute (Uh!)Turn your back, and get a hollow point slug in it (Blaow blaow!)You bit it over nuttin'' at allNow they serve peanuts out your skull at barbecuesI been wonderin'' what the fuck you been lookin'' atYou know it ain''t no thang for me to get my gatAnd blow holes in your frame till you look like an AfghanBody collapsed, soul fly like Peter PanLil'' Shank from the hood, raised in bad waysPeel your fuckin'' cap ''cause I''m havin'' a bad dayHey, you can be a thug if you want toBut I''ma be a Ryda bitch, so fuck you!Killa ova nuttin'', a Ryda ain''t ashamed!Wettin'' mothafuckas up over anything!Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em'' down, baby down!Dumpin'' from the east to the westside of town!Killa ova nuttin'', a Ryda ain''t ashamed!Wettin'' mothafuckas up over anything!Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em'' down, baby down!Dumpin'' from the east to the westside of town!