Killa Ova Nuttin`

Yeah, what the hell you know about the Rydas? Black<br>trucks and hoods bitch!! Shit, you better check that,<br>hell...<br><br>Yo! I`m a killa<br>Cap peela<br>Other bitches is wack, but Rydas are for rilla<br>Gimme all your skrilla<br>Your keys to your ride<br>Tell your bitch to leave her purse with the wallet inside<br>Ain`t no frontin`<br>When Cell Block starts dumpin`<br>Through your neighborhood our black trucks be bumpin`<br>Watch your mouth, peep game, and learn somethin`<br>Nigga, check nuts, `cause I`m killin` ova nuttin`<br><br>Now I be ridin` with my shotty<br>A fifth of Bicardi<br>My nose snotty<br>In the party<br>Intentions to levitate her body<br>Give a fuck who he with or who he know<br>Let the barrel blow<br>Or a quarrel know<br>Over somethin` that he borrowed, no<br>Do the math<br>On the warpath<br>Makin` predictions to the body count<br>I even blast a hotty now<br>Sprayin` couples `cause I loved you<br>So fuck you<br>I don`t gang bang `cause I`m strugglin`<br>Bee-yatch!! Yo I`m a killa ova nuttin`<br><br>Killa ova nuttin`, a Ryda ain`t ashamed!<br>Wettin` mothafuckas up over anything!<br>Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em` down, baby down!<br>Dumpin` from the east to the westside of town!<br>Killa ova nuttin`, a Ryda ain`t ashamed!<br>Wettin` mothafuckas up over anything!<br>Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em` down, baby down!<br>Dumpin` from the east to the westside of town!<br><br>Now I knew this bitch, yo, she used to love me<br>Buffin` on my pickle, peace, everything was lovely<br>Forties and Swishers delivered to my doorstep<br>Early in the mornin`, neden on my woodpeck<br>Livin` lavish, every call beckoned on<br>I`m the big Full Clip and bitches all pause, anyway, with no reason for drama<br><br>I killed that muthafuckin` bitch and her mama<br><br>Still doin` drive-bys and leavin` hoes for dead<br>Mislead<br>Is what my homeboy said<br>I ain`t no bitch hoe, end your life on G.P.<br>With ya whole family<br>On the lawn staring at me<br>And I could could give a fuck, get to lookin` at my gat<br>Get to feindin` like a basehead, to leave you hoes flat<br>Two-Gats got my back<br>Killa ova nuttin`, that`s a fact<br>Get out my face or get it slapped, bitch<br><br>Killa ova nuttin`, a Ryda ain`t ashamed!<br>Wettin` mothafuckas up over anything!<br>Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em` down, baby down!<br>Dumpin` from the east to the westside of town!<br>Killa ova nuttin`, a Ryda ain`t ashamed!<br>Wettin` mothafuckas up over anything!<br>Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em` down, baby down!<br>Dumpin` from the east to the westside of town!<br><br>I was born with the biggest chip on my shoulder<br>I killed little kids and took they strollers<br>I`m older, tie you up instead<br>And blow red lettuce out the side of your head<br>(pa-tow!!)<br>You could die any minute<br>Turn your back, and get a hollow point slug in it<br>You bit it<br>Over nuttin` at all<br>Now they serve peanuts out your skull<br>At barbecues<br><br>I been wonderin` what the fuck you been lookin` at<br>You know it ain`t no thang for me to get my gat<br>And blow holes in your frame till you look like an afgan<br>Body collapsed, soul fly like Peter Pan<br>Lil` Shank from the hood, raised in bad ways<br>Peel your fuckin` cap `cause I`m havin` a bad day<br>Hey, you can be a thug if you want to<br>But I`ma be a Ryda bitch, so fuck you!<br><br>Killa ova nuttin`, a Ryda ain`t ashamed!<br>Wettin` mothafuckas up over anything!<br>Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em` down, baby down!<br>Dumpin` from the east to the westside of town!<br>Killa ova nuttin`, a Ryda ain`t ashamed!<br>Wettin` mothafuckas up over anything!<br>Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em` down, baby down!<br>Dumpin` from the east to the westside of town!