Ryda Hata Lyrics

Ryda Hata lyrics

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(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!