When We Ride lyrics

[Intro: Truth]
Aye, yo, Deuce
You hear about this f*ckboy Danny?
f*cking American Idol reject, haha
f*cking faggots

[Pre-Chorus: Deuce]
That's when we, that's when we, that's when we ride
That's when we, that's when we ride on these b*tches
That's when we, that's when we, that's when we ride
That's when we, that's when we ride on these b*tches

[Chorus: Deuce]
That's when we ride on b*tches
You f*cking faggot snitches
So don't you try, we're packing nines
We leave you dead in ditches
That's when we ride on b*tches
You f*cking faggot snitches
So don't you try, we're packing nines
We leave you dead in ditches

[Verse 1: Gadjet]
Yo, Hollywood Who? Without my dawg Deuce?
Don't make me have to rhyme, man, the boy got juice
In or outside, this ain't only in the booth
Somebody gotta die, they gon' wish they called truce
Kinda Major on the track, got Truth
Gadjet got the facts if you faggots want proof
Might as well hang it up now, no noose
I'm f*cking everybody, leave your pussies out loose
Tie 'em up, and I'll throw 'em in the trunk
f*ckers wanted war and I'mma give 'em what they want
Bend they ass over, I'mma treat 'em like a punk
Prison break that ass off, go till I bust a nut
I don't give a f*ck, never have, never will
Go try and find a better rapper with some better skill
I murder motherf*ckers, I massacre for the thrill
Itching for some f*cking killing and blood is my Benadryl
[Chorus: Deuce]
That's when we ride on b*tches
You f*cking faggot snitches
So don't you try, we're packing nines
We leave you dead in ditches
That's when we ride on b*tches
You f*cking faggot snitches
So don't you try, we're packing nines
We leave you dead in ditches

[Verse 2: Deuce]
Look, now you've got to admit
No one likes your pus*y music
It's sad you sold out but didn't sell sh*t
You f*cking idiots, lip sync fags, Milli Vanilli, b*tch
How the f*ck do you call yourself a band? You can barely rap
It's on now, what comes up must come down
When this sh*t flies, they won't be around
Saying I couldn't spit was their biggest mistake
Now Undead sucks, they're a bunch of fakes
Johnny's getting overweight, he's too fat to be calling names
Let's play a game, Everyone's Listening
When I say "f*ck," sing along and say "f*ck HU"
"f*ck HU"
When I say "what's my name," you call me Big Deuce
What's my name? "Big Deuce"
[Chorus: Deuce]
That's when we ride on b*tches
You f*cking faggot snitches
So don't you try, we're packing nines
We leave you dead in ditches
That's when we ride on b*tches
You f*cking faggot snitches
So don't you try, we're packing nines
We leave you dead in ditches

[Verse 3: Truth]
It's what it is, I'm best in the biz
Black ski mask and the cig
Two clips, two sips off of that Rosay
Hit my man Jose with the coke weight
OC, hit a bump of that cree cree
HU be softer than the sea breeze
f*ck you, we be nuttier than a Reese's
And we see more dough, move more blow
Deuce gone solo, dropped y'all homos
So fly, out come the parachute
I'm always first to peel, never scared to shoot
The Truth, you know I'm out for the loot
Headed to the top, we moving through the roof
Shorty got her top down just like the Coupe
f*ck you, this is Nine Lives
Real life, my ties, one slip and you all die
[Chorus: Deuce]
That's when we ride on b*tches
You f*cking faggot snitches
So don't you try, we're packing nines
We leave you dead in ditches

[Bridge: Deuce]
What? Say "what the f*ck?"
Six shooters up
Now, what the f*ck?
Point them up

[Verse 4: Doebeezi of GML]
I'mma snatch your mask off and tell it like it is
No more talent, no more showbiz
Deuce left the band, and now y'all a bunch of jokes
Hollywood is Dead, and that's all she f*cking wrote
Leave you dead in a ditch, yes, heard you were snitches
Nine Lives, that's how we ride on you b*tches
Yeah, I said it, it's Doe-boy from GML
If you get hurt feelings, oh well
Do something, you couldn't fade me on your best day
The Wiz Kid's gone, that's why you get less pay
Still, remember when your first album dropped
Skipped it to the chorus, the rest of y'all flopped
Wack-ass lyrics, I mean garbage
Leaky like a faucet, your whole entourage
Wish on a star? b*tch, you'll never make a million
Nine Lives and GML in the building

[Outro: Deuce]
That's when we, that's when we, that's when we ride
That's when we, that's when we ride on these b*tches
That's when we, that's when we, that's when we ride
That's when we, that's when we ride on these b*tches