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Dead In Ditches

That's when we,

Thats when we,

Thats when we ride.

That's when we,

Thats when we

Ride on these bitches.That's when we,

Thats when we,

Thats when we ride.

That's when we,

Thats when we

Ride on these bitches.That's when we ride on bitches,

You fucking faggot snitches,

So don't you try, we're packing 9's,

We leave you dead in ditches.That's when we ride on bitches,

You fucking faggot snitches,

So don't you try, we're packing 9's,

We leave you dead in ditches.Don't get us wrong

We only made this song,

To make you feel hard

When you hit the bong.When the 40`s up

And then the 40`s gone,

To lick shots kill cops,

To a hip-hop song.So pull them toasters

Out them holsters,

Pull that shirt right

Off your shoulders,

Pull that 9 this is how you hold her,

Pull that trigger, H.U. soldiers.Punk, rock out on the block,

Tick tock you can not stop (stop),

Hip-hop like when we drop top so hot

Johnny 3's been drinking whiskey,

Trigger finger feeling frisky,

When you shoot it's so damn risky,

Dead in a ditch,

But I hope you miss meThat's when we ride on bitches,

You fucking faggot snitches,

So don't you try, we're packing 9's,

We leave you dead in ditches.That's when we ride on bitches,

You fucking faggot snitches,

So don't you try, we're packing 9's,

We leave you dead in ditches.Wait up hold on...oh no,

Got you faggots in a choke hold,

And I think I like you,

But my 9 show don't.And how many shots till

you hit that flow, I bet fo.

(Yo Charlie you loco).

Fo show, how many

People dipping in my fo door.(I see three) Bitch no,

There's five in the back,

And your girls on my lap,

She's a down low, pro ho, fo show.What? What the fuck did I just say?

I don't ask any questions I just spray.

So hey, what I may say may be risqu

Deuce made me this way.That's why you don't want no beef,

Cause me verse you's like beat the geeks.

And we can talk right or in the street,

But my gun talks first

Cause he loves to speakBITCHThat's when we ride on bitches,

You fucking faggot snitches,

So don't you try, we're packing 9's,

We leave you dead in ditches.That's when we ride on bitches,

You fucking faggot snitches,

So don't you try, we're packing 9's,

We leave you dead in ditches.Yoin the Coupe Deville

With the shiny rims,

Playing these bitches like a violin.

I got more freaks than a carnival,

Pop the trunk there's my arsenal.

I got bats gats straps so let's start a war,

I'll eat you alive like a carnivore.My guns need nicotine

They smoke more than me,

I'm with my boy Charles P,

He'll go to war with me.Ooh wee.yo King Kong

Swinging from a tree,

Dropping on these

Haters so they bleed,I'm coming at you

Bitches full speed,

(Funny Man lay off the weed!).Oh people get jealous

When I'm skating' on Daytons,

And that's like Freddy

Kruger hating' on Jason.That's got the Funny Man losing

His patience leave you dead

In a ditch on Highland and FranklinThat's when we ride on bitches,

You fucking faggot snitches,

So don't you try, we're packing 9's,

We leave you dead in ditches.What, Say what the fuck, Six shooters up,

Now what the fuckpoint them up.

Who's down to ride, who's down to ride?

Undead pop shots we're down to die.Who's down to die?

Whos down to die?

Undead pop shots,

Were bound to ride.Black hat side ways white bold LA,

Flat on your back leave

You smoked like an ashtray.Wig split face ripped,

Nod if you're listening

Shot to the cross

Leave you dead like a Christian.Pop, pop, your heart just stops, stops

When I just cock, cock,

My gun cause I shoot for

Fun that's how the west was won.I sell an ounce and

Then I sell two more,

Then I come to collect

With the pistol 44.There's some truth to that,

About the weed or the gat,

You may never know,

Just leave it at (gunshot)That's when we,

Thats when we,

Thats when we ride.

That's when we,

Thats when we

Ride on these bitches.That's when we,

Thats when we,

Thats when we ride.

That's when we,

Thats when we

Ride on these bitches.

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