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drop 'em - the rydas lyrics

[chorus]
we gon’ drop (to the floor)
we gon’ drop (let ’em know)
’bout to die, motherf*cker
we gon’ drop (to the floor)
we gon’ drop (let ’em know)
we the rydas, motherf*cker

[verse 1: [?]]
f*ckin’ with me, and you gonna get dropped
f*ck the police, f*ck the pigs, f*ck the cops
we the rydas and we ’bout to knock you out
semi*automatic ’cause you know that’s what i’m ’bout

[verse 2: [?]]
i could break your face with my fist without missin’ a beat
you wanna talk like you a ryda, but you quick to retreat
the whole crew know i got this when i pull out the heat
you just a wannabe gangsta who i’m finna delete (bye*bye)

[verse 3: blaze ya dead homie]
b*tch, you in the midst of a rydas original
[?] leave you for dead individual
while you snippin’ out residuals, i’m on the block
gettin’ that weight up, my focus on the paper while i stay up
can’t catch up, look like actors playin’ dress up
knock ’em out, drop ’em where they stand ’cause i’m fed up
all you tough talkin’ thugs keep catchin’ slugs
fresh from the clip out the barrel of my gun
[chorus]
we gon’ drop (to the floor)
we gon’ drop (let ’em know)
’bout to die, motherf*cker
we gon’ drop (to the floor)
we gon’ drop (let ’em know)
we the rydas, motherf*cker

[verse 4: bukshot]
drop these motherf*ckers on the block where they stand
in the hood pushin’ weight, the man with the plan
fifty round drums on you bums, get it right
it’s big dip on these b*tches, dumpin’ slugs every night

[verse 5: [?]]
[?] eagle’s black talons and a death wish
blood by the gallons spillin’ out, now you a mess, b*tch
dirty play for money, extra [?] sn*tch a necklace
[?] another dummy then i scratched him off the check list

[verse 6: [?]]
yeah, drop ’em [?] this beat, see rydas is [?] to the streets (rydas)
we them ones that hit and run, it’s f*ck ’em in they piece
fold ’em like a crease if they tryin’ to f*ck with these
you see i’m tryin’ to [?] words that you speak
[verse 7: [?]]
f*ck the law, .40 cal with damage
any ops i pop ya mouth, go [?] the cannon
go zoom, stuff ’em in tombs, straight out the womb
i been bad before [?] jacked my jack booms

[chorus]
we gon’ drop (to the floor)
we gon’ drop (let ’em know)
’bout to die, motherf*cker
we gon’ drop (to the floor)
we gon’ drop (let ’em know)
we the rydas, motherf*cker

[verse 8: jamie madrox]
suckas and p*ssies and b*tches without d*cks
talkin’ lotta trash but really ain’t about sh*t
say they stackin’ [?] with the paper they never get
coo*coo crazy for [?] so they call me a lunatic
like the hunger defined true level a ryda spit
that even flow, even though i be keepin’ it sick
like the hunger defined true level a ryda spit
that even flow, even though i be keepin’ it sick

[verse 9: [?]]
i’ma draw a chalk line where your motherf*ckin’ body lies (boom)
drop your body in the dirt while your mama cries (yeah)
eyes on the prize, fat titties and [?] y’all (what)
suckas gotta drop when the rydas arrive
[verse 10: anybody k!lla]
sawed off, rollin’ up, i’m ’bout to drop ’em like a bad habit
get that green growin’ crops because i love cabbage (yup)
causin’ damage so i don’t ever get invited (nope)
first to battle bullies, leavin’ all you haters quiet

[chorus]
we gon’ drop (to the floor)
we gon’ drop (let ’em know)
’bout to die, motherf*cker
we gon’ drop (to the floor)
we gon’ drop (let ’em know)
we the rydas, motherf*cker
we gon’ drop (to the floor)
we gon’ drop (let ’em know)
’bout to die, motherf*cker
we gon’ drop (to the floor)
we gon’ drop (let ’em know)
we the rydas, motherf*cker

- the rydas lyrics

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