| It’s all about the money, hoes and gats
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| And hangin' wit' my Rydas smokin' bat, after bat, after bat, what?
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| Cadillac, bitch we full fledgin
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| Raised up in the hood like a legend, always contendin'
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| 'Cuz the top is where i’m headed
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| Top of the world, I got the Rydas and diamonds it’s all imbeded uh
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| I’m smokin' an ounce, another mission keepin' you hoes on your toes
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| The Foe Foes about to blow, blaw!
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| Give it to me, I want it all for me, i’m greedy
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| Fulfillin' my Ghetto Fantasy, so fuck the needy
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| (Blaze) (Overlap)
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| I was born in the ghetto, where all my folks stay
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| Dreams of black trucks with bumps and pushin' weight
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| Livin' like a superstar, hookin' up wit' Mel Farr
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| Gettin' him high, and runnin' out for new cars
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| 'Cuz where I grew up I wasn’t worth a dime
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| Crips with no lifes, where I spend my time
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| One up top, steady hot, and now for one time
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| Bright and wise, Blow a 9, pullin' knives on a sucka'
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| 'Cuz I was a broke mother fucka
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| 'Til I got wit' the Rydas, started sportin' black trucks, uh
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| «Ghetto Fantasies, love don’t like here anymore» |
| Rydas are for real, Rydas are for life
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| Rydas do it wrong, until they do us right y’all x2
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| (Shaggy 2 Dope)
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| I make my Ghetto Fantasies into realities
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| Paid-ass Rydas, wit' ghetto mentalities
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| Growin' up without shit, no skrilla
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| From crack houses, to mansion’s in the hills
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| And a big black truck wit' the bump in the driveway
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| Back in the day Full Clip didn’t have it that way
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| Try to Ride on my shit, ima hafta see you in your hood
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| All my fantasies came true now, hollar at Bullet
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| (Violent J)
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| Uh, Ryda trucks, I wanna buy one of them
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| Just 'cuz it say’s «Ryda» on the side of’em
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| I wanna fleet of trucks, to carry all my bucks
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| And fuck mud ducks, and wearin' tux, like Chucks
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| 'Cuz this sucks, I ate so much Raymond Pride
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| I’m startin' to think it’s my name (What up Raymond?) uh
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| I’m gettin' by on powdered milk and a can of peas
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| But the best thing in my life is free
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| My fantasies
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| (Jamie Madrox)
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| Well basicaly, my Ghetto Fantasy has gotta be
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| A way to get me and my people outta this society
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| I’m tryin' G, but you ain’t helpin' me by battling me |
| And askin' me how tought me and the Rydas be
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| We need to, get it together, before it fall apart
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| So gimme all your shit, my gat is aimed straight at your heart
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| But i’m ruthless, and I gotta get’s what’s mines
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| And i’m breakin' fools off in the drive-thru and now what?
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| (Myzery)
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| My Ghetto Fantasy’s to roll wit' a million G’s
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| Rydas like me, ready to die like me
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| Blazin' pounds of weed 'til my fuckin' eyes bleed
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| Menageatrois’s like mu' fuckers what we need
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| The weed be them thugs Rydin
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| Prepare to bust, Psychopathic Rydas
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| Have the pigs getta buzz
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| But if they ever kill us then our souls will remain
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| Dwellin' in they brain 'til they blow a fuckin' vein (And that’s real y’all) |