Run yo sh#t, b#tch. That’s right, b#tch. You done f#cked up real bad
And I’ma tell you why, ’cause if you look behind me you ain’t gonna see nothin’ but a roll of black trucks. Oak on steerin’, leather on dash, velvet on seat with the smokey windows and the big face screens in the back of every chair. We got all black trucks, baby. Look like charcoal dipped in diamond chipped candy wit the big flakes. Sittin’ on twenty-seven-inch rims, which is enough to give anybody who ain’t a playa a bloody nose. Show you how we stay on our toes
You see this m#th*rf#ck*r right here? See this m#th*rf#ck*r mean muggin’ you ready to blow yo sh#t out? That’s Cell Block
You gonna have to run them shoes, player
Yeah that m#th*rf#ck*r right there with his hand in his waist line, that’s my homie known as Bullet. You don’t wanna know him
What dat watch like pimpin’?
m#th*rf#ck*r sittin’ on the hood of the car over there shinin’ the gat, Foe Foe, b#tch!
What up y’all?
I’m letting ya know
Ay, somebody run his pockets for me, y’all!
That right there, that’s my homie Sawed Off
Yeah
They don’t call him that cause it’s a clever name
‘Sup punk
They call him that cause of the tool he use to put yo #ss in the ground!
Man, you lookin’ at my arm, dog?
This right here, this my dog Full Clip
That’s right
Known for emptying all full clips
Yeah
And reloading ’em
Hey take them motherf#ckin’ pants off, son
This playa right here, this my homie “Converse”
Ay
And he straight from the streets. Believe me, you don’t wanna see him
Take off them jewels man, run that!
And this m#th*rf#ck*r right here, this Lil’ Shank
[Tell ’em who I am!
You gotta watch his #ss, man, he been known for stabbin’ off in people necks
[Yeah let me get yo neck dawg!
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Psychopathic Rydas Lyrics – Intro