me spittin on a beat i made and mastered at college last week

half sanes gon be onn it aswell soon

shit is fiyah

took a lot of work to get the vocal quality good aswell cuz the mic i did it on is wacckkk

n if u dint know my producer name is too nasty it aint beatbreaker so dont get confused when u hear me call myself that

Lyrics:
(Chea, chea)
Im a mothafuckin ryder, u bastards know me
too nasty, affiliate of the murda town family
these haters cant stand me, nor can the police
ull have to kill me befor i sit down and take a damn seat
put me on a Mac, ill sit down an make a damn beat
n have sum shit thats worthy of platinum in a damn week
speakin of platinum ill snatch that grill up out ya damn cheek
grab ya chain n punch u out of it in tha damn street
killin cows too easy aint got no time fa damn beef
but run ya teeth n ill make this mince-meat hapilly
let u carry on makin ya CDs crappily
and watch you sign ya moral rights away to ya company
u probably aint even know what that fuckin means b
n u still believe in ya right mind that u gon' beat me?!
too nasty and half sane u know tha fuckin team G
ride or die, have ya fuckin outline in tha damn street

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