by Psychopathic Rydas on album Ryden Dirtay

When I sit back Thank to myself How mothafuckin fucked up The World has become It seem like violence, is the only things us mothafuckas know now days Every time I turn around Everywhere I look It's an

by Psychopathic Rydas on album Check Your Shit In Bitch!

(Chorus) We murderin' for money and were mob on the scene It's black trucks bustin' shots in pursuit of the green It's for the money kid, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET SHOT It's for the money kid, SHUT THE

by Psychopathic Rydas on album Check Your Shit In Bitch!

(Converse) When we ride, you can't hide don't let me see ya Fuck you, bullets burn you're ass like gonorrhea My dirty ass bitch, Nina, you don't wanna see her Converse, much worse, I just might O-D ya

by Psychopathic Rydas on album Miscellaneous

All ya'll young mutha fuckers comin in the game Think ya'll gonna change this shit We the muthafuckin' Rydas bitch That's mutha fuckin' Cell Block That's Bullet That'

by Henry Payden Jr. on album Winning Follows Me

Everyday I levitate. Please do not hesitate. To tell your friends that I'm the best. I ain't the music. No replay. Grinding hard. No regret. Working hours. My party time. Counting paper like big ro

by Psychopathic Rydas on album Psychopathics from Outer Space

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

by Psychopathic Rydas on album Check Your Shit In Bitch!

(Foe Foe:) 24 wit the gold tip, scrimps and juice all platinum wit the gold grip, about to get loose triple black windows like who dat is? Foe Foe and the Rydas in the big body Benz All my friends is

by Psychopathic Rydas on album Check Your Shit In Bitch!

Run yo shit bitch! That's right bitch, you done fucked up real bad! And I'ma tell you why... cause if you look behind me you ain't gonna see nothin but a row of black trucks! Oak on steerin', leather

by Psychopathic Rydas on album Dumpin'

Psychopathic Rydas... ryde on these bitches... forever and a day... y'all know how we do... it's Westside till we d-izz-ie... Eastside till we d-izz-ie... worldwide. Rydin'! Rydin'! Rydin'! Hatchet r

by Psychopathic Rydas on album Dumpin'

Everyday, everyday Psychopathic every Hey yo Twin Gats where you at dawg? Yeah, alright now let's uh Let Cell Block come on We rydin on suckas like everyday We blowin bitches back out in every way We

by Psychopathic Rydas on album Dumpin'

Seem like... seem like you're always tryin' to get to a Certain point, know what I'm sayin'? Once you get There, it ain't what you thought it was. So even the Realest mothafucka... mufuckas that seem

by Psychopathic Rydas on album Dumpin'

Yeah muthafucka You got the album Now meet Bullet, Foe Foe, Cell Block, Full Clip And I'm Lil' Shank This Psychopathic Rydas muthafucka Cut em all out when you bust this fall Pop, pop, biggity bop Tha

by Psychopathic Rydas on album Dumpin'

Hehe Hey yo This this bitch wanna know Is she a ryda? Hehehe R-U-A Ryda? I don't need you all up on my nuts no more That's what the wrinkles are there for, recognize Besides you could never ride with

by Psychopathic Rydas on album Ryden Dirtay

Psychopathic Rydas Yah Yah Mothafucka We own Detroit Bitch, put you mothafuckin' hands up Detroit, New York, LA, Florida, Boston Rydas ryde out (Mothafucka) Rydas ryde out (Whut) Rydas ryde out (Yeah

by Psychopathic Rydas on album Ryden Dirtay

Everybody wanna know who run Bitch, you know who the fuck run it We run it We always have and always will mothafucka, whut! Who play dem bitches like a ball game Rydas do Who play dem bitches like t

by Psychopathic Rydas on album Ryden Dirtay

Once again, the earth beneath you crumbles As a convoy of black trucks rumbles into your town Back up in that ass once again Is the notorius lords of the underworld The one and only infamous Psychopat

by Psychopathic Rydas on album Ryden Dirtay

Psychopathic Rydas up in that bitch ass, mutha fucka Trigga deep When you see us coming, turn the fuck around And get the fuck on Lil Shank Speak on these fools I drop gangsta shit With my gangsta

by Anti-Flag on album American Fall

So here we go again - no hope for you and less for me The walls are going up - no way to break through They steal the riches of the world - to keep us all at bay One thing that I can say for sure, you

by Anti-Flag on album American Fall

So here we go again - no hope for you and less for me The walls are going up - no way to break through They steal the riches of the world - to keep us all at bay One thing that I can say for sure, you

by The Strumbellas on album My Father and the Hunter

There's that Bird that follows me. Singin' from the branch of a dying tree. I walk through the city in my bare feet. The devil put the barracuda spirit into me. And I run, run right out the window. Oh