O.G Rydah - Familie Fame

[Verse 1.]
Dayuum mo'fuckah I aint trippin'
When I hear ya' cryin' while I popin' a clip in
Rollin' tru' teh Ganton,steady dippin'
So ya'll recognize O.G who's "real" so chill
Straigh up "Fam" an' down fo' kill!
Rollin' tru' teh Idlewood in teh mo'fuckin Six-Fo'
Leanin' outta' Win-Do' an' blastin' on dat' hoe!
And when I go bacc' to my mo'fuckin spot
I got my homies on my back I mean I got em a lot
So fo' nigga' like me aint hard to shot..Man why not
I aint bustah...I'm a god dayuum Rydah ya' can smell
And F**k One-Time's couse ya' aint goin' to cell
Couse ya' will get popped fist time ya' visit a Cluckin'-Bell
Fo'sho I'm insane to teh mo'fuckin brain
And when I cleanin' markz outtah Ganton I aint feelin' no pain
Ya' can say "Dayum Rydah that's a shame"
But In my hood its called reached teh hood fame


[Verse 2.]
One,Two,Three an' there goes anotha'
B'z get popped maybe I evin shot your fatha'
When they kneel down I dont show no mercy
Evin cops cant do shiet I juss' killed an' offica' Mr.Percey
O.G mo'fuckin Rydah geah ya' kno' that name
Nigga' who aint lame and keeps on wit' teh same
Ol' school fuckin' game understand me mayne??
Reppin' East Side to teh fullest wit' teh pride
Yellin' "Familie Nationwide" while ya' runnin',tryin' to hide
We still packin' heat couse its "Bk fo' life"
Then Imma burry your ass,kindap kids and pop your B***h ass wife
Beat yo' pop's down wit' bat,catch a motha' and stuck her wit' teh knife
Couse hood took me undah and made me to hate your god damn life!

/me turns the radio on,as he notices the song.
/me listens to the song carefully.
Ol'.Dogg:Dayuum,dis mawfukka's to good fo' dis shieett..
((Man,no comment,great ))

/me turns on radio(Nice +1 Ryder)

/me turns on the radio then notices the song