(Talking)
(Myzery)
Are you a Ryda hata? If so you aint shit
And i`ll tell it to your cliq when i`m emptyin` the clip bitch
You get the dick and i`m fondeling your chick
Wit` my lips around her tit, an my stick all in her clit
Now who she wit`? the Ryda!, now you hatin it
I see that mark buck on my dawg, chasin` it, wastin` it
Drop ya bitch off, i`ll get inside her lata
I pack a mack 11 for all you bitchass Ryda hatas
(Blaze)
Are you a Ryda hata, you best check yo`self
Or get knocked out wit` a left right left
Watch yo` step, hold your breath, drop the heat
Or find yourself wakin` in my backseat
Of my car, you never know who we are
Ridin` `round the city like some superstar
Pimpin` hard, lots a cash, and pullin` cards
If you wanna step, mother fucker let`s go to war
Hatas, we (buck, buck!)
Ryda hatas we (buck, buck, buck!)x2
(Violent J)
Hata mother fucka, you hate a mother fucka
Just `cuz a brother got butta` motha` fucka what!
Bitch!, it`s time that I check that chin
Appologize fo` it then check it again
`Cuz i`m not kinda friend when i`m takin` a bottle of the Rose
I might swerve ya nose
That`s how it goes for a hata that hates, and i`m greater
Bullet be the hater exterminater
Chorusx2
(Jamie Madrox)
You can hate me, because I ride like the wind
And leave yo` ass waitin` for love like Cardigans
I`m a thug bitch, and i`ve been that way forever
Never spend no cheddar on a bitch no never
Whatever the fuck you think you talkin` about
Well it`s hard to hear your words with dick up in your mouth
All that hatin` shit is out and i`m all up in this bitch
Ryda for life, and I aint never gonna switch
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
Ryda hata`s what the fuck, yo I can`t stand`em, talk shit behind my back
And yo` lips get smacked
Talk shit to my face, get pistol whipped in the face
Thrown in the torture rack, your back gets braced
Gettin` mace`d in ya eyes, dome gets Karate chopped
Cock the gat back, blaw! you got dropped
Run your body over wit` my..black truck
Hater-ass, stupid, mother fucker, piece of shit, duck!
Chorusx2
(Blaze)
Are you a Ryda hata? you`s a bitch-hoe
And noone really cares what your mom think though
`Cuz it`s all about the money, black trucks and bumps
So shut your mouth, get on your knees and take your loss
Chorus
(Monoxide Child)
You`s a Chontsy, flat out bitch, you aint shit
And fo` real-doe yo` bitchass`ll die quick
Fuckin` wit` the cliq, boo-yah we won`t miss
Leave ya standin` still in a puddle of piss
If you`s a Ryda hata, then I annihilate ya
I`m mobbin` up on your set like a space invada
Easy to contain ya like a rat
I`ll smash ya wit` my baseball bat, because I rose like dat beotch!
