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Ride 2 da End

Psychopathic Rydas

Ryden Dirtay

2001

Who wanna ride wit me?
We runnin wit da Rydas
Till the E-N-D
And I'ma

I'ma ride 2 da end (end)
Ball till I fall (fall)
I'm on the hunt for tha paper

Yo we both in this shit trying to make some music
I thought you had clout but never use it
But of course my ass was wrong
And now you're a bitch in

It's sad to say it's still one of my sadder days
On the weak end last too long in this season I can't complain
Tried it suffered so much in silence

the way I know it ain't no coming back
Dog until we meet again and touchdown like a running back
You left me in the world cold tryna prove a point and now I

put
Me in by speaking all that gobbeldygook
You trust your friends to have your back as you would?
Now we in cahoots
With the devil the Jabber's afoot

excuse,
Trying his truth and his long-sufferance,
Till half-another year had slipt away.

  By this the lazy gossips of the port,
Abhorrent of a calculation

One fine summer’s morning
Just as day was dawning
I sailed out of Galway to cross the wild sea
My home left behind me 
No friends to stand by me

we meet again
On DOOM's Day

maybe
‘cause I’m tired
Maybe ‘cause I’m wired from drinking
The Monster all night
Maybe because I don’t know the rhyme
As well as I should
We should meet

But you sold your soul
Once we were like family but
Now your just so and so
Old photos are faded
I guess that's just the way it goes
I'd like to know

Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh

[Danny]
Took her bowling in the arcade

[Sandy]
We went strolling, drank lemonade

[Danny]
We made out under the dock

[Sandy]
We stayed out 'till

I'm just tryna get a bag
Put respect on my name
Been to hell once 
I ain't going back again
Take it one day at a time 
In the end till we win
Leave them

a weapon
Every rhyme is the heat

My life's a battleground
Ain't no peace upon these streets
Every day a hustle
Scheming just to meet the needs
Survivin'

the districts

Wasn't boys we turned man

Grab a gun we done with hands

Mask up our only chance

Blow this bitch till it can't slam

Pull the slide if it jam

I was a hustlin-ass nigga, straight lovin the game
Always meant to be a playa, put the 'luv' in my name
Surrounded by niggaz I was soakin it from

from me I was broke
I ain't homosexual but I love my bros
I saw my father die in front of me
Till this fucking day I still don't know how to cope
Run it

at school, and that's just who I was

I wanna keep making music 'till I done a show in every country
Get married to a foreign girl I know who really loves me

a fool
I'm not the absurd one
Pray to god

Misfortune's my drive
Fed up of distortion
I'm petty
Interrupt me again I'ma show you skill
One day bad, next

~VERSE 1~

Summertime way back in the day, I would sit and contemplate the life
that I would make, and make no mistake rapping wasn't on my plate
but

waistline baby
I just want to spend a life I know it take time baby, shit I miss the days we use to talk on Facetime baby
I'm a stand up nigga if I died today

the weak get bopped
By the sniper and their names get cropped
Me and P are too fast... We can't get stopped
Anything in our way, gets rocked
Anyone in sight,

green, and I won't stop
Till it's complete
Never have enough, I want more, who gon' compete
Feel like Speaker Knockers run it up by my lonely
I don't trust

or the subway
Bayside, by the shipping dock, or a runway
Cold cut, tough guy hands, that talk gunplay
My facts, keep the energy strong, like One-A-Day
Jay'll slay

don´t we appreciate the Love the Lord us gave
And enjoy this life like it´s our last days ooohoo
I Love the way you love me
I haven´t though deserved it