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psychopathic rydas – nite rydas lyrics

[intro: bullet]
uh, yeah…
turn my motherf+ckin’ mic up, motherf+cker!

[verse 1: bullet & lil’ shank]
streetlights and moon beams gleamin’ off the glass
pull up alongside of you and frighten your ass
a motherf+ckin’ night ryda on these 23s
shippin’ weight, movin’ weaponry, and running keys
who you thought was the ones that be (rattlin’ your livin’ room!)
from a half mile away, boom boom boom!
that’s us, night rydas in them black trucks
the party ends when my motherf+ckin’ gat busts
[verse 2: cell block]
sun goes down, you know where i’ll be found
in the black truck, ridin’ two inches from the ground
hittin’ blocks, touch the dirt with the feelers
bust a u+turn, pick up a package from the motherf+ckin’ dope dealers
then i’m on the run to stack my papеr tall
police tryin’ to get at me, so i shakе the motherf+ckers off
i’m a night ryda, pushin’ heavy weight until dawn
bandana on my face and a heater in my palm

[chorus: sugar slam]
come get me, come get me (i wanna ride with you tonight)
come get me, come get me (i wanna ride next to a k!ller)
come get me, come get me (i wanna ride with you tonight)
come get me, come get me (i wanna ride next to a k!ller)

[verse 3: yung dirt]
’07 range rover, powder+coated black wheels
limo+tinted glass, all you seein’ be the chrome grill
a night ryda hit the streets like a vision
and a red desert eagle on a motherf+ckin’ mission
to drop these perpetrators, catch ’em trippin’ on the corner
i be all up in the shadows, you don’t see me roll up on you
with the red beam, nah, this ain’t no f+ckin’ dream
do the work, hit the switches, ridin’ off on a slow lean
[verse 4: full clip]
creepin’ and crawlin’ underneath the moon
it got houses full of goods that’s finna be empty soon
i know the daytime’s better, ’cause you’re not at home
but i gotta use this trunk full of duct tape and all these ropes
on top of that, it’s less police and less light
which means my bandanas and flannels stay out of sight
i pull the shades down and put my hand over your mouth
with the rest of my rydas’ pockets full, bounce the f+ck out!

[verse 5: lil’ shank]
yo, i hustle all day (day), ride all night (night)
back like the dope man to get y’all right (right)
shank be the name (name), black be the truck (truck)
hillbilly style, with a gun rack for the pump (pump)
i’m a night ryda, so when the sun go down
i be cruisin’ the boulevard, lettin’ the sounds pound
hydraulics got the [pancake?], side to side
with no hands on the steering wheel, let it [coast?] ride
[verse 6: foe foe]
i got that all+black truck with the bulletproof glass
with them lamborghini doors, make it easy to blast
i like to wait for nighttime so i can hide in the grass
and bust shots until i murder that ass
your ghetto pass is just a flash in the night
’cause when the sun sets, gunfights erupt under streetlights and we might
let you live, but i doubt it, ’cause i’m a ryda
when the moon’s out, ain’t a motherf+cker here wildin’

[outro: sugar slam]
come get me, come get me
come get me, come get me
come get me, come get me
come get me, come get me

- psychopathic rydas lyrics

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