Killin' Shit - Psychopathic Rydas

F U L L C L I P, Full Clip murderin' shit on our fourth LP

Keepin' it killa thuggin' straight up OG

Diggin' your beef and runnin' your shit, its our money

Your loss is my gain, so check this right here

Even if you didn’t lose it, I’m still takin it (Hell Yeah!)

My hollow tips in your chest make for a murder scene

No remorse, no conscience in this killin' machine

I’m on some killin' shit, I kill a bitch quick

Cut it with bisquick, and serve it to 'em thick on the strip

Hit 'em hard like my truck when I’m beatin' the whip

You wanna start, I got a pump that’ll end this shit

Bandanas on my face, saw the witnesses

Ain’t seen a fuckin' thang when I clip this kid

I’m killin' everythang from bitches to CDs

I’m a bad dream waitin' to happen to police

We on some killin' shit

We into killin' shit

Ain’t no use in duckin' everybody gettin' hit

Shotgun

Killin' shit

Pop one

Killin' shit

Everybody

Run when the gauge spin

I’m on some killin' shit, mashin' with a pistol grip

Murder in my eyes, with the temper of a lunatic

Don’t matter how I try, they bout to die

When I’m doin this, push the fufckin' trigger

As I’m runnin' 'em for all they shit

And all they whips and all they chips

Run it all, I need that bro

Pockets inside out, Debo’n them hoes

Call it 187 when the target is locked

Mister Duk Da fuk Down before your ass get shot

I smoke more blunts than a little bit

Steady on some killin' shit

Everydays the same, floatin' in the whip

Don’t surround to flip the switch ridin' three wheel

With a hand up out the window and its wrapped around the steel

Let slugs fly out at will, give a fuck how you feel

A Rydas on the block, and he’s huntin' for the kill

Line the suckas up on the center of the dash

Ain’t no way they gettin' away cuz I’m mashin' on the gas

Yung Dirt:

Oh no it’s the motherfukin' kick door

Blast off the masterlock, now everybody hit the floor

They kill 'em all, its like I’m caught up in a genecide

Ammunition cease, seekers ain’t no fukin' where to hide

So line 'em up and set 'em up for the execution

Nine millimeter loaded and its set on distribution

With no confusion, they can make it all clear

Everybody fuckin' dyin' before I step the fuck up outta here

Keep your eyes on my death tool, your goin' dizzy

Who is he, the one that keep the colinders busy

You see the fuck flash and a duck fast, your a fucked ass

Single barrel pump wavin' out the black truck blast

I’m on some killin' shit, so real I’m dealin' this shit

I caught a pig and cash and I’m stealin' the hit

Cuz I’m a Ryda, and with this .45 I’ll divide ya

Leave you dead and peel off, won’t even try to hide ya