Fucking 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
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 fucking faggot snitches
So don’t you try, we packing nines
We leave you dead in ditches

That’s when we ride on bitches
You fucking faggot snitches
So don’t you try, we packing nines
We leave you dead in ditches

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 gonna die, they gonna 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 fucking everybody, leave your pussies out loose
Tie them up and I’ll throw them in the trunk
Fuckers want a war and I’ma give them what they want
Bend they ass over, I’ma treat them like a punk
Prison break that ass off, go until I bust a nut
I don’t give a fuck, never have, never will
Go try and find a better rapper with some better skill
I murder motherfuckers, I massacre for the trill
Itching for some fucking killing and blood is my Benadryl

That’s when we ride on bitches
You fucking faggot snitches
So don’t you try, we packing nines
We leave you dead in ditches

That’s when we ride on bitches
You fucking faggot snitches
So don’t you try, we packing nines
We leave you dead in ditches

Look, now you’ve 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 Vanilli, bitch
How the fuck do you call yourself a band, you can barely rap
It’s on now, what comes up comes down
When this shit flies, I won’t be around
Saying I couldn’t spit was your 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 fuck, sing along and say fuck HU
When I say what’s my name, you call me Big Deuce

That’s when we ride on bitches
You fucking faggot snitches
So don’t you try, we packing nines
We leave you dead in ditches

That’s when we ride on bitches
You fucking faggot snitches
So don’t you try, we packing nines
We leave you dead in ditches

It’s what it is, I’m best in the biz
Black ski mask and the cig
Two sips, two clips off of that Rosay
Hit my man Jose with the coke, wait
OC, and the bumb of the cree cree
HU be softer than the sea breeze
Fuck you, we be nuttier than a Reese’s
And we see more dough, move more blow
Deuce go solo, dropped ya’ll homos
So fly, out come the parachute
I’m always first to bail, never scared to shoot
The Truth, you know I’m out for that loot
Heading for the top, we moving through the roof
Shorty got her top down just like the Coupe
So fuck you, this is Nine Lives
Real like my ties, one slip and you all die

That’s when we ride on bitches
You fucking faggot snitches
So don’t you try, we packing nines
We leave you dead in ditches

That’s when we ride on bitches
You fucking faggot snitches
So don’t you try, we packing nines
We leave you dead in ditches

What, say what the fuck?
Six shooters up
Now what the fuck?
Point them up

I’ma snatch your mask off and tell it like it is
No more talent, no more show biz
Deuce left the band, now ya’ll a bunch of jokes
Hollywood is dead and that’s all she fucking wrote
Leave you dead in the ditches, heard you were snitches
Nine Lives, that’s how we ride on you bitches
Yeah, I said, it’s your boy from GML
If you get hurt feelings, oh well
Do something, you couldn’t face 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 ya’ll flopped
Whack ass lyrics, I mean garbage
Leaky like a faucet, your whole entourage
Wish on a star, bitch, you’ll never make a million
Nine Lives and GML in the building

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, that’s when we, that’s when we ride
That’s when we, that’s when we ride on these bitches




Lyrics submitted by MusicFREAK20

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