Talking
Myzery
Are you a Ryda hata? If so you aint shit
And ill tell it to your cliq when im emptyin the clip bitch
You get the dick and im 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, ill get inside her lata
I pack a mack 11 for all you bitchass Ryda hatas
Blaze
Are you a Ryda hata, you best check yoself
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 fcker lets go to war
Hatas, we buck, buck!
Ryda hatas we buck, buck, buck! x2
Violent J
Hata mother fcka, you hate a mother fcka
Just cuz a brother got butta motha fcka what!
Bitch!, its time that I check that chin
Appologize fo it then check it again
Cuz im not kinda friend when im takin a bottle of the Rose
I might swerve ya nose
Thats how it goes for a hata that hates, and im greater
Bullet be the hater exterminater
Jamie Madrox
You can hate me, because I ride like the wind
And leave yo ass waitin for love like Cardigans
Im a thug bitch, and ive been that way forever
Never spend no cheddar on a bitch no never
Whatever the fck you think you talkin about
Well its hard to hear your words with dick up in your mouth
All that hatin shit is out and im all up in this bitch
Ryda for life, and I aint never gonna switch
Shaggy 2 Dope
Ryda hatas what the fck, yo I cant standem, 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 maced 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 fcker, piece of shit, duck!
Blaze
Are you a Ryda hata? yous a bitch-hoe
And noone really cares what your mom think though
Cuz its all about the money, black trucks and bumps
So shut your mouth, get on your knees and take your loss
Monoxide Child
Yous a Chontsy, flat out bitch, you aint shit
And fo real-doe yo bitchassll die quick
fckin wit the cliq, boo-yah we wont miss
Leave ya standin still in a puddle of piss
If yous a Ryda hata, then I annihilate ya
Im mobbin up on your set like a space invada
Easy to contain ya like a rat
Ill smash ya wit my baseball bat, because I rose like dat beotch!