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Everybody wanna know who run
Bitch, you know who the fuck run it
We run it
We always have and always will mothafucka, whut!


Who play dem bitches like a ball game
Rydas do
Who play dem bitches like they all the same
Rydas do
Who play dem bitches like some ole lays
Rydas do
Who ride them bitches like a subtrain
Psychopathic Rydas do


Who play dem bitches like a ball game
Rydas do
Who play dem bitches like they all the same
Rydas do
Who play dem bitches like some ole lays
Rydas do
Who ride them bitches like a subtrain
Psychopathic Rydas do
I play the chicken heads
The way the chicken heads should be playin'
Got no time to listen to the sqwakin' that they be sayin'
You can eat this dick up
Till these balls break the chinup
I really have no preference if you swallow or spit up
You'ze a trick bitch
I got no luv for a trick, bitch
Only good for suckin' and massagin on this dick bitch
Got no love fo bitches
Never did and never will
Catch me fuckin' chunky ass bitches
With them high heals

Dem bitches don't know
Bout this Detroit Mafia
Hoods and black trucks
Khakis and black chucks
I put a bullet hole
Dead in yo jeep
You'll find tha back of your head
Is scattered all up in the street (Blaugh)
Two reasons
Number one you'ze a trick
Number two you ask a lot about my personal shit
So tell me
Is you a mark?
I ain't takin' no chance
I'd rather blow your head off and have you shittin' in your pants

Who play dem bitches like a ball game
Rydas do
Who play dem bitches like they all the same
Rydas do
Who play dem bitches like some ole lays-ac