When We Ride Lyrics

Truth:

Hey yo, Deuce,

You hear about this f..ck 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 f..ckin' 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 aint 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 f..ckin' 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 f..ck, never have never will

Go try find a better rapper with some better skill

I murder mother f..ckers, I massacre for the thrill

Itching for some f..cking killing and blood is my Benadryl

Chorus:

That's when we ride on bitches, you f..ckin' 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 f..ck do you call yourselves a band?

You can barely rap it's on now

What comes up must come must come down

When this shit flies, I won't be around

Saying I can'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 f..ck, 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 f..ckin' 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 masks and the sig, 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 resees

And we see more dough

Move more blow

Deuce go solo, drop yall homos

So fly come out 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 f..ckin' faggot snitches

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

Deuce:

What!

Say what the f..ck!

Six shooters up!

Now, what the f..ck!

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 thatz all she f..cken 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 feeling, 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

Wack 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'

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)

Vegas:

Bitch you piss me off when you faggots go and cockblock

Dippin in the coupe with the bitties in the droptop

Rippin on these tracks, f..ck I keep it goin non stop

I'm on top

It's hard to reduce the use of paper

When all we do is deduce the haters

Here with Deuce, f..ckin Truth and Major

I'm not angry dude it's my new behavior

So f..ck $T$ Master he's such a bastard

I'll cut his ass (word)

He's too busy tryna act like a latin king

To understand fully what the f..ck is happening

Ninelives takin over

Blind eyes see your sober

My ties like a dozer

Fly high super nova

But, lately they hate me greatly but it aint be enough to phase me

Yellow caution tape see

I keep it on safety