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Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Album:  Dumpin
Song:   Rydin' 4 Life
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Psychopathic Rydas....ryde on 
these bitches....forever 
and a day....y'all know how we do...it's Westside till 
we d-izz-ie...Eastside till we d-izz-ie....worldwide.. 

Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 
Hatchet rydin'!! 
Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 
Straight up rydin'!! 
Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 
Hatchet rydin'!! 
Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 
That's for life!! 

Now we rydin' on these bitches, ain't no mercy in my eyes 
With the Rydas by my side 
Screamin', "Die, mufucka, die!!" 
Never hesitate 
All up in the Escalade 
Bumpin' sounds from the Rydas, straight dumpin' 
Always into somethin' 
Gats on my hip, hangin' out the window 
Blazin' indo 
Lookin' for a narc or a nympho 
Breathin' this pollution always dancin' with the 
streets 
With my heat 
Can't be beat 
Get in mind 
And we rydin' 

I'ma ryde 
I got a hatchet on my side 
Long time ago, I was born to ryde 
Straight up Detroit Psychopathic Ryda 
Only real mission here is takin' you higher 
But we gets fucked up and that's a fact 
We roll down your streets, pumpin', shootin' off gats 
So what the fuck bitch, why you wanna get shot? 
You in the midst of the Rydas and Cell Block 

Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 
Hatchet rydin'!! 
Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 
Straight up rydin'!! 
Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 
Hatchet rydin'!! 
Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 
That's for life!! 

I was 10-years-old, a lil' scruffy 
Already rydin', grippin' a black Huffy 
So 
Buffy my picky-lo 
Bitchy-ho 
I'm the last jiggi-lo 
Fo' rilly tho 
On the dealio 
About this crew 
You don't join this shit...we come to you 
Only a chosen few 
That know the pros and cons 
Fuck the Mafia, we froze the Dons 
Stakes in bonds 
I'm in a cashmiere sweater 
The better your cheddar 
The wetter you get her 
And never let her ass what she don't need to know 
'Cause the flossin' will kill ya for sho' 
I know 
I had to kill a deputy 
Tryin' to question me 
About equity 
I coulda let it be 
But my skrilla comes first 
Till you see this Ryda rydin' a hearse 

Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 
Hatchet rydin'!! 
Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 
Straight up rydin'!! 
Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 
Hatchet rydin'!! 
Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 
That's for life!! 

Rydin'? Rydin' bitch, no time for hidin' 
Rydin' is for a perfect balance in time 
Rydin' A, grippin' oversized black trucks 
Rydin' B, grip a hatchet in your hand, whut?! whut!? 
Rydin' C, fellow Rydas always got your back 
Rydin' D, And phones, me, and my bumps, and my 
Cadillac 
Holdin' heaters to Ryda haters heads 
Ryda E, I'm a Ryda and then some, 'nuff said 

You wanna ryde 
Well bitch, tell me why 
You wanna be hard, think I'm Mr. Nice Guy 
But I ain't, I'm the one they call Cell Block 
Carry two Colt .45's and a Glock 
Ready to pull out, so bitch squeeze that 
Itchy trigger finger on the side of my gat 
Five seconds later he was on the ground 
I got in my truck and peeled off with his pound 

Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 
Hatchet rydin'!! 
Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 
Straight up rydin'!! 
Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 
Hatchet rydin'!! 
Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 
That's for life!! 
Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 
Hatchet rydin'!! 
Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 
Straight up rydin'!! 
Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 
Hatchet rydin'!! 
Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 
That's for life!! 
Rydin'!! Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 
Hatchet rydin'!! 
Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 
Straight up rydin'!! 
Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 
Hatchet rydin'!! 
Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 
That's for life!! 
Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 
That's for life!! 
Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 
That's for life!! 
Rydin'!! Rydin'!! 
That's for life!!