When We Ride lyrics

[Truth:]

Hey yo, Deuce,

You hear about this fuck boy Danny,

Fuckin' American Idol reject...

[Deuce and Truth:]

Fuckin' Faggots!

That's when we, that's when we, that's when we ride!

That's when we, that's when we ride on these bitches!

[x2]

[Chorus:]

That's when we ride on bitches, you fuckin' faggot snitches

So don't you try, we packin' 9's, we leave you dead in ditches

[x2]

[Kinda Major:]

Yo, Hollywood Who? Without my dawg Deuce,

Don't make me have to ride, Men the boy got juice

In or outside, this ain't only in the booth

Somebody gonna die, they gonna wish they called truce

Kinda Major on a track got Truth, Gadjet get the facts

If you faggots wants prove, might as well hang it up now

No noose,

I'm fuckin' everybody, leave your pussies out loose

Tie em' up and I throw em' in the trunk

Fuckers want a war

And Imma give em' what they want

Bend they ass over

Imma treat them like a punk

Prison break that ass off.

Going til I bust a nut

I don't give a fuck, never have never will

Go try find a better rapper with some better skill

I murder mother fuckers, I massacre for the thrill

Itching for some fucking killing and blood is my Benadryl

[Chorus:]

That's when we ride on bitches, you fuckin' faggot snitches

So don't you try, we packin' 9's, we leave you dead in ditches

[x2]

[Deuce:]

Look now, you got to admit

No one likes your pussy music

You say you sold out, but didn't sell shit

Fucking idiots, lip sync fags milli vanili bitch

How the fuck do you call yourself a band?

You can barely rap its on now

What comes up must come must come down

When this shit flies, I won't be around

Saying I couldn't spit was your biggest mistake

Now UNDEAD sucks, they're a bunch of fakes

Johnnys' getting overweight he's to fat to be callin' names

Let's play a game

Everyone's listening

When I say fuck,sing along and say "Fuck HU"

Fuck HU!

When I say "What's my name?"

You call me Big Deuce

What's my name?

BIG DEUCE!

[Chorus:]

That's when we ride on bitches, you fuckin' faggot snitches

So don't you try, we packin' 9's, we leave you dead in ditches

[x2]

[Truth:]

It's what it is, I'm the best in the Biz

Black ski mask and the cig, 2 clips

2 sips off of that Rosay

With my man Jose with the coke

Wait

OC, and the bumb of the cree cree

HU be softer then the sea breeze

Fuck You

We be nuttier than a reeses

And we see more dough

Move more blow

Deuce go solo, drop yall homos

So fly out come the parachute

I'm always first to bail

Never scared to shoot

The Truth, ya know I'm out for the loot

Heading to the top

We movin' through the roof

Shorty got her top down

Just like the coupe

Fuck you, this is 9Lives

Real like, my ties

One slip and you all die

[Chorus:]

That's when we ride on bitches, you fuckin' faggot snitches

So don't you try, we packin' 9's, we leave you dead in ditches

[Deuce:]

What!

Say what the fuck!

Six shooters up!

Now, what the fuck!

Point them up!

[GML (Nacho):]

Imma snatch your mask off

And tell it like it is

No more talent, no more show biz

Deuce left the band

Now yall a bunch of jokes

Hollywood IS Dead

And thats all she fucken wrote

Leave you dead in the ditches

Heard you were snitches

9Lives that's how

We ride on you bitches, yeah

I said it, it's the boy from GML

If you got hurt feelings, oh well

Do something you couldn't

Face me on your best day

The Wiz Kid is gone

That's why you get less pay

Still remember when your

First album dropped

Skipped it to the chorus

The rest of yall flopped

Whack ass lyrics

I mean garbage

Leaky like a faucet

Your whole entourage

Wish on a star bitch

You'll never make a million

Ninelives and GML

In the buildin'

[Chorus:]

That's when we, that's when we, that's when we ride!

That's when we, that's when we ride on these bitches!

[x2]