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Text: Psychopathic Rydas. Dumpin'. Slug N Ya Noggin.


[Violent J: talking]
"Yea hold still mother fucka! Hold still mother fucka! uhh

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Stepped in the spot, Rydas set deep
Some faggot ass mother fucker wanna get his peep on
I said "relax, i'm taggin' this kids bitch"
Besides, my trigger finger startin' to itch
Fool steps up startin' to wanna talk shit
Two steps back (ping) bust him in his fuckin' lip
Fallin' to the floor the mother fucker keeps talkin'
So I pulled my shit, he gotta slug in the noggin

"Slug in ya noggin" Slug in ya noggin
"Slug in ya noggin" Ya better think twice
"Slug in ya noggin" Slug in ya noggin
"Slug in ya noggin" Whole in ya head aint nice

[Violent J]
My turn? Wait, lemme check this
One bullet, oh damn...I miss
And ima hafta walk all the way over there and stick somethin' sharp in ya neck..wack
Lookin' nuttin' like a homicidal lunatic
I'd rather just shoot you and be done with it
Forget it, I aint about to miss
Ima leave his eyeball hangin' out like Bushwicks
[Myzery]
I'm down to peel your cap quick
Fuck all this rap shit
Your along way from home
Inferred beam on your dome
Mercy on a hata now I caught you sleepin, creep in
With the window open, Foe Foe peepin
Heat-seakin', Bullets no bullshit, second guess us
Have your family up in black dresses
I'm a thug, who only need one slug, no love
First shot punches likes time clock
[Chorus x2]

[Blaze]
You better back up bitch 'for I peel your wig back
Or your face get cracked by my Louisville bat
You punk mother fucker, why you still talkin' shit?
Don't you know I be from the Ryda cliq?
I be Cell Block, and if ya wanna fight
Bring it on mother fucker 'cuz tonites the night
For you to meet your maker at the end of the fall
Because Rydas are known to put slugs in ya noggin
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
First things first, I done capped one kid tonite
Now this mother fucker, wanna flap his jaw at the stop light
yo, i'm a Ryda, I don't give a fuck who ya know
Bitch, i'm Full Clip, so I pulled him out his window
Beefs came to beefs and yo, i'm by myself
He had 320, and reachin' everything on the top shelf
However big I don't give a fuck you know the slogin
Cock the gat back, booya! slug in ya noggin
[Chorus x4]....n'nice...y'yea