[Intro] Bitch-ass nigga Get your track shoes laced up Cause you 'bout to be doin a lot of runnin Yo
[Ruste Juxx] Respect the Juxx when you see this hammer East coast slang, no country grammar Raised by the wolves so I bay at the moon Fuck dime hoes from Crown Heights to Cancun Stand down, never try to stand up Lightweight dealers better get your grams up I ruh-ruh-rock yo' ass, now strike back Fresh out the pen to the block, I'm right back (Right back~?) Yeah nigga, right in front of your doorstep Assassinate, now you know how the rules rep No for an answer - I don't take those Caught you lyin when it comes to them pesos \"Rocket Science,\" the hardest LP Mulberry Projects, Marcy to LG Big tommy gun clips and Mobb hats Sammy the Bull ass nigga, you a mob rat No comedy, it's action/drama Twelve inch cock bitch, ask your momma I suh-swing through your town like Spider-Man Big burner style, nigga I'm a ryder man
[Chorus] Ryder man - yeah, I'm a ryder man What? I'm a ryder man, ruh ruh ryder man Yeah - I'm a ryder man, I'm the ryder man You fuckin with the livest man, ruh-ruh ryder man yeah
[Sime Auto] Second time around, weapons by the pound Reckon I'ma clown on son and hit you up with Tecs Iron found little and your chest a mess Slept on mine and now you sleep six feet deep from feet to neck and spine in ground, you can even fetch your mind in ground I'm flawless on the steel, pissed off, catch a line from mound Hold it now (\"hit it\") catch the timer down Folger Boy critic, he plan to check the sine around my neck Sold y'all spit to let you time around the end of next year? Fuck nah, I'll rep designer sound Show you how quick my man'll find your town to polarize, rip your battery out, now step in line You're bound to get your turn at bat Who said I ain't the crown? (Son them dead) Last whose five got death-defyin frowns Ice grill bums get chewed, wreckin time or found screwed Float in canal, next to Chinatown punks!