Bye Bye

[Intro: Bullet] Jumpsteady, Tom Dub, Patrick, Jason, Av Curt, Billy, Jeremy, Pickles, Steve, Barry, Mike P, Jesse, Mike C, Nathan, Stephen (Who up, who up?), Eric, J Dirty, Nathan [Verse 1: Bullet] Don Bullione, I blow your throat piece off (hey) And you gon' spray blood every time you cough 'Cause I'm a murderer like that and it's time you learned If you dance with the devil, then your ass get burned Affiliation, gangbang professional (Yeah!) Meaning your murder was intentional (Uh-huh!) Your mama gonna need therapy when you die 'Cause I'ma sever your head and send your mama your eye-eye! [Verse 2: Cell Block] Who wanna test a motherfucker? (Come on) Bitch, I'm the hardest Nigga in the hood, your rag part is my targets I'm scopin' you out (Yeah!), red beam on your forehead Rydas don't play (What?), I'm quick to leave you dead (What?) Bitch, we ain't broke (What?), we all about our cash (What?) And that's an old motherfucker still talkin' trash I pull the gat out and stick it in your mouth While you niggas cryin', The Rydas goin' all out [Chorus: Bullet] Bye Bye! (These Rydas don't die) Bye Bye! (Come on killer, come try) Bye Bye! (Buckshot buck boom!) Bye Bye! (Rydas in the room!) [Verse 3: Foe Foe] Better watch your back, I got my gat cocked right between your eyes I let it pop and watch your whole program drop I give a fuck, I'm like a hitman, ridin' in trucks And I'll be bustin' motherfuckers with these hot ass slugs I sold drugs for too long, now I'm into killin' shit Into bustin' hollows in bitches who pop the helly lip Ryda clique, Foe Foe murdered the whole block Burn that bitch down, bitch-ass niggas can eat a Glock [Verse 4: Full Clip] Hot spark, one to your chest, lungs on the floor Forty poured out in your memory (Damn) What'd you die for? Tryin' to score out of Full Clip's pocket? That's why your heart exploded from a blazin' rocket Any sidewinder tryin' to undercut a Ryda Get blasted up and wild than Tracy Lorde's vagina 'Cause we wiser (Yep!) than your average gang-bang hustler Kickin' up dust when I bust rocks up in you (Bah!) [Chorus: Bullet] Bye Bye! (These Rydas don't die) Bye Bye! (Come on killer, come try) Bye Bye! (Buckshot buck boom!) Bye Bye! (Rydas in the room!) [Verse 5: Lil' Shank] Pucker up and kiss your ass goodbye All you none Rydin' motherfuckers (Yay, yay!), you can eat a dick and die What you know about a thug? What you know about a G? You ain't a Ryda, motherfucker, you ain't shit to me (Yeah!) No matter what those other niggas try to tell you, loke (Uh-uh!) Fuck you and your skills and your jaw gettin' broke (Yeah!) If you ain't Foe Foe, Bullet or Cell Block (Uh-huh!) Full Clip or Lil' Shank, you can eat a cock! (Bitch!) [Verse 6: Bullet] Look at me, gangsta, Khakis, and masks (Yeah!) Shotgun barrel to your mouthhole, blast Blow your Adam's apple into applesauce Call your mama, and tell about her horrible loss But I gives no fuck, fuck your luck 'Cause it ran out and I bail out in a black truck I don't even wanna see your face no more I'ma rip it off and then punch your skull [Verse 7: Full Clip] Dumb motherfucker brave off 8-ball or Sherm When you gonna learn that a Ryda let his pistol burn? Contact a lawyer firm and get your wig broke Straps are flyin' to your head, legs, chest, and throat Let it be known to the rest of your bitch crew Ain't no limitations, set or who we run through You motherfucker you, kiss your momma with the tip of my [?] (Buck, buck, buck!) Boom baby, bye bye [Chorus: Bullet] Bye Bye! (These Rydas don't die) Bye Bye! (Come on killer, come try) Bye Bye! (Buckshot buck boom!) Bye Bye! (Rydas in the room!) [Verse 8: Foe Foe] I see you bitches still don't know I let the gat do the talkin', when I'm buckin' at these punk-ass hoes Catch you slippin' in my gun zone (Yayeaa) All alone, with my beam on the tip of your nose and there it goes, blaow! Shootin' bitches for some back in the day They tried to rat a nigga out and now they buried away Niggas gettin' carried away (Bye-bye!) On the stretcher with the white sheet Bitch-ass nigga, now you're bug meat! [Outro] 797, 797 We are high in the sky We've located 5 suspects They are heading east bound on 7 Mile They just crossed Woodward Please respond 797, this is coral police responding We have units in pursuit at this time Once the suspects are apprehended, we are going to suck their units Over Coral, this is 797 Be advised If the suspects ejaculate, save some for me Over