Killa Ova Nuttin'
Psychopathic Rydas Lyrics

Yeah, what the hell you know about the Rydas? Black trucks and hoods bitch!! Shit, you better check that, hell...
Introducing the Psychopathic Rydas and their intimidating black trucks and hoods. Better recognize and beware.

Yo! I'm a killa Cap peela Other bitches is wack, but Rydas are for rilla Gimme all your skrilla Your keys to your ride Tell your bitch to leave her purse with the wallet inside Ain't no frontin' When Cell Block starts dumpin' Through your neighborhood our black trucks be bumpin' Watch your mouth, peep game, and learn somethin' Nigga, check nuts, 'cause I'm killin' ova nuttin'
I am a killer, a top-notch criminal. Other gangs are inferior to us. Hand over all your money, keys, and belongings. Be ready for our gunfire and black trucks to roll through your neighborhood. Watch your words and actions or face the consequences. I'll kill over anything and nothing at all.

Now I be ridin' with my shotty A fifth of Bicardi My nose snotty In the party Intentions to levitate her body Give a fuck who he with or who he know Let the barrel blow Or a quarrel know Over somethin' that he borrowed, no Do the math On the warpath Makin' predictions to the body count I even blast a hotty now Sprayin' couples 'cause I loved you So fuck you I don't gang bang 'cause I'm strugglin' Bee-yatch!! Yo I'm a killa ova nuttin'
I show up at parties with my shotgun and booze, ready to make my moves. I don't care who my victim is with or knows, I'll start shooting. It could be over a borrowed item or just because. I am on a mission to kill and predict the number of deaths. I'll even target couples due to my heartbreak. I don't need to be in a gang to be dangerous.

Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed! Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything! Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down! Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town! Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed! Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything! Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down! Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!
The Psychopathic Rydas have no shame in killing over anything or nothing at all. We'll shoot anyone, anywhere, anytime, from east to west.

Now I knew this bitch, yo, she used to love me Buffin' on my pickle, peace, everything was lovely Forties and Swishers delivered to my doorstep Early in the mornin', neden on my woodpeck Livin' lavish, every call beckoned on I'm the big Full Clip and bitches all pause, anyway, with no reason for drama I killed that muthafuckin' bitch and her mama
I used to have a girl who was into me, but I only saw her as a sexual object. Even with gifts and attention, I still killed her and her mother for no reason.

Still doin' drive-bys and leavin' hoes for dead Mislead Is what my homeboy said I ain't no bitch hoe, end your life on G.P. With ya whole family On the lawn staring at me And I could could give a fuck, get to lookin' at my gat Get to feindin' like a basehead, to leave you hoes flat Two-Gats got my back Killa ova nuttin', that's a fact Get out my face or get it slapped, bitch
I continue to drive-by and kill women without a second thought. My friend is confused about my actions, but I have no shame. I'll kill anyone, including their entire family, and be proud of it. I'll make you look at my gun and leave you dead like a drug addict. I'm always prepared with two guns, and I'll slap you if you don't like it.

I was born with the biggest chip on my shoulder I killed little kids and took they strollers I'm older, tie you up instead And blow red lettuce out the side of your head (pa-tow!!) You could die any minute Turn your back, and get a hollow point slug in it You bit it Over nuttin' at all Now they serve peanuts out your skull At barbecues
I was born with a grudge and have killed innocent kids and parents. I've become more experienced and prefer to tie up my victims before shooting them. A headshot will cause their brain to splatter. You could die at any moment, even from behind. I'll kill you over nothing, and your skull will be empty enough to serve peanuts in after your death.

I been wonderin' what the fuck you been lookin' at You know it ain't no thang for me to get my gat And blow holes in your frame till you look like an afgan Body collapsed, soul fly like Peter Pan Lil' Shank from the hood, raised in bad ways Peel your fuckin' cap 'cause I'm havin' a bad day Hey, you can be a thug if you want to But I'ma be a Ryda bitch, so fuck you!
I'm curious about why you're staring at me but it doesn't matter because I can easily grab my gun and shoot you until you look like a dead Afghan. Your body will be left to rot as your soul soars like Peter Pan's. I grew up in a bad area and will shoot you because I'm having a bad day. You can be a thug yourself, but I'll always represent the Psychopathic Rydas, so fuck you.

Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed! Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything! Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down! Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town! Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed! Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything! Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down! Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!
The Psychopathic Rydas have no shame in killing over anything or nothing at all. We'll shoot anyone, anywhere, anytime, from east to west.