Композиция: When We Ride
Длительность mp3: 04:21
Hey yo, Deuce,
You hear about this fuck boy Danny,
Fuckin' American Idol reject...
Deuce and Truth
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!
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
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
im 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 dont 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
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 yourselves 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 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
When I say fuck, sing along and say "Fuck HU"
When I say "What's my name?"
You call me Big Deuce
What's my name?
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
OC, and the bumb of the cree cree
HU be softer then the sea breeze
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
Im always first to bail
Never scared to shoot
The Truth, ya know im 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
Say what the fuck!
Six shooters up!
Now, what the fuck!
Point them up!
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 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 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
9Lives and GML
In the buildin'