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Deuce : When We Ride lyrics

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Deuce lyrics : "When We Ride"

[Truth:]
Hey yo, Deuce,
You hear about this $#&@ boy Danny,

$#&@in' American Idol reject...

[Deuce and Truth:]

$#&@in' [email protected]^#gots!

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

That's when we, that's when we ride on these (*##$es!
[x2]


[Chorus:]
That's when we ride on (*##$es, you $#&@in' [email protected]$)got 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 [email protected]$)gots wants prove, might as well hang it up now
No noose,
I'm $#&@in' everybody, leave your [email protected]#( out loose


Tie em' up and I throw em' in the trunk
$#&@ers want a war

And Imma give em' what they want
Bend they $$# over
Imma treat them like a punk

Prison break that $$# off.
Going til I bust a nut




I don't give a $#&@, never have never will

Go try find a better rapper with some better skill
I murder mother $#&@ers, I massacre for the thrill
Itching for some $#&@ing killing and blood is my Benadryl

[Chorus:]
That's when we ride on (*##$es, you $#&@in' [email protected]$)got 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 #[email protected] music
You say you sold out, but didn't sell %#@!

$#&@ing idiots, lip sync [email protected]$)s milli vanili (*##$
How the $#&@ do you call yourself a band?
You can barely rap its on now

What comes up must come must come down

When this %#@! 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 $#&@,sing along and say "$#&@ HU"
$#&@ 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 (*##$es, you $#&@in' [email protected]$)got 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 [email protected]%!e
Wait

OC, and the bumb of the cree cree

HU be softer then the sea breeze
$#&@ 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


$#&@ you, this is 9Lives
Real like, my ties
One slip and you all die

[Chorus:]
That's when we ride on (*##$es, you $#&@in' [email protected]$)got snitches

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

[Deuce:]
What!
Say what the $#&@!
Six shooters up!
Now, what the $#&@!

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 $#&@en wrote
Leave you dead in the ditches
Heard you were snitches


9Lives that's how
We ride on you (*##$es, 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 $$# lyrics
I mean garbage
Leaky like a faucet
Your whole entourage

Wish on a star (*##$
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 (*##$es!
[x2]

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