when we ride lyrics – deuce

“when we ride”
(feat. truth, kinda major & gml)

[truth:]
hey yo, deuce,
you hear about this f*ck boy danny,
f*ckin’ american idol reject…

[deuce and truth:]
f*ckin’ f*ggots!

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!
[x2]

[chorus:]
that’s when we ride on b*tches, you f*ckin’ f*ggot 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 f*ggots wants prove, might as well hang it up now
no noose,
i’m f*ckin’ everybody, leave your p*ss*es out loose

tie em’ up and i throw em’ in the trunk
f*ckers want a war
and imma give em’ what they want
bend they *ss over
imma treat them like a punk
prison break that *ss 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 m*ssacre for the thrill
itching for some f*cking killing and blood is my benadryl

[chorus:]
that’s when we ride on b*tches, you f*ckin’ f*ggot 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 p*ssy music
you say you sold out, but didn’t sell sh*t
f*cking idiots, lip sync f*gs milli vanili b*tch
how the f*ck do you call yourself a band?
you can barely rap its on now
what comes up must come must come down

when this sh*t 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 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:]
that’s when we ride on b*tches, you f*ckin’ f*ggot 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 c*ke
wait

oc, and the b*mb of the cree cree
hu be softer then the sea breeze
f*ck you
we be nuttier than a reeses
and we see more dough
move more blow

deuce go solo, drop yall h*m*s
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

f*ck you, this is 9lives
real like, my ties
one slip and you all die

[chorus:]
that’s when we ride on b*tches, you f*ckin’ f*ggot 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 sn*tch 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 f*cken wrote
leave you dead in the ditches
heard you were snitches

9lives that’s how
we ride on you b*tches, 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 alb*m dropped
skipped it to the chorus
the rest of yall flopped

whack *ss lyrics
i mean garbage
leaky like a faucet
your whole entourage

wish on a star b*tch
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 b*tches!
[x2]

/ deuce lyrics