Lyrics
Rest in peace Guru
'Nuff respect Preem
Pour out a little more liquor
Rest in peace Redeem
We’re gon' do it for your memory
Blunts, a bunch of Hennessy, drunk
Like we used to get back when I was 17
Dipping down Alamo in a jet black Lex
By any means necessary trying to get that check
Taking 40s to the head like there ain’t no end
They say we going to prison, I might wind up dead
We got the last laugh, 'cause we never half-ass shit
I’m not Rakim but I can make 'em clap to this
So ro-roll it up, take a puff, pass that spliff
Try to teach you how to stunt
But that class you skipped
It wasn’t ever about the money, all about the respect
You ain’t a king just because you getting royalty checks
If that’s the case I should be draped in diamonds and velvet
With a cape like the fucking second coming of Elvis
I ain’t new to this
I make your fun stop as soon as it starts
Yeah, I’mma ruin it Gun punk cock
With the blood clot, liquor shot
Pass us a rock
Take a break from the foolishness
Bitch, I’ve been doing this
(Hard)
Ryu, the San Fernando Valley Rambo
D-E-F to my death
(Hard)
Ryu, the R-Y-U
Make a rapper ship twelve platinum and blank tapes
(Hard)
Ryu, Tiger Chan, you numbnuts
Got a death wish? I’m the Fresh Prince of TEC clips
(Hard)
Ryu, with a rusty TEC
Am I the best? Well, I gotta put it bluntly — yes
Everybody looking at me when I step on the set
I’m always going nine-eleven, hope you never forget
They had it coming to 'em boy, I ain’t got no regrets
I only use a straight razor never ever Gillette
It’s like a pack of ketchup exploding from the neck up You need a Black & Decker, we’re gonna clean the mess up I tried to tell 'em I was coming but they chose to ignore me Maybe next time they learn to pay attention to warnings
You geeks, I rock khakis with a cuff and a crease
Wildlife, we get it quacking like a gaggle of geese
You damn right that’s us, we on the cusp of greatness
They told me to show my cards but I’m holding all aces
Basically I’m telling you to tell your crew to beat it
'Cause this is what I do pour 'em margaritas
So you can get the penis if you wanna see styles
I guarantee Divine got the grim reaper on speed dial
You’re new to this
I make your fun stop as soon as it starts
Yeah, I’mma ruin it Gun punk cock
With the blood clot, liquor shot
Pass us a rock
Take a break from the foolishness
Bitch, I’ve been doing this
(Hard)
Ryu, the San Fernando Valley Rambo
D-E-F to my death
(Hard)
Ryu, the R-Y-U
Make a rapper ship twelve platinum and blank tapes
(Hard)
Ryu, Tiger Chan, you numbnuts
Got a death wish? I’m the Fresh Prince of TEC clips
(Hard)
Ryu, with a rusty TEC
Am I the best? Well, I gotta put it bluntly — yes
People 'round town talking this and that
Asking where the hell I’ve been and will I ever come back
I’ve been doing this, so I ain’t got no time to relax
Thought I was through with it, then I relapsed
Yeah, I was higher than a stewardess
Started sticking needles in the groove again
Had to go to rehab so I could quit the music biz
True spit, I was sick of that shit
I want to shake an executive like a red nose pit
I put the past behind me, now I’m back on my grind
I been keeping it one hundred, but I’m stuck in the 90s
Check the resumé, the truth burn your retina like it’s pepper spray
Fucking A, my name’s Ryu they call you whatshisface
Haters on my dick, they ain’t ever got enough to say
But like a volcano they really hope I don’t erupt today
Batter your sensei, the honkey el jefe
You flavors of the moment come and see me in a decade
You’re new to this
I make your fun stop as soon as it starts
Yeah, I’mma ruin it Gun punk cock
With the blood clot, liquor shot
Pass us a rock
Take a break from the foolishness
Bitch, I’ve been doing this
(Hard)
Ryu, the San Fernando Valley Rambo
D-E-F to my death
(Hard)
Ryu, the R-Y-U
Make a rapper ship twelve platinum and blank tapes
(Hard)
Ryu, Tiger Chan, you numbnuts
Got a death wish? I’m the Fresh Prince of TEC clips
(Hard)
Ryu, with a rusty TEC
Am I the best? Well, I gotta put it bluntly — yes