[Truth:]
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Hey yo, Deuce,
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You hear about this fuck boy Danny,
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Fuckin' American Idol reject...
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[Deuce and Truth:]
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Fuckin' Faggots!
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That's when we, that's when we, that's when we ride!
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That's when we, that's when we ride on these bitches!
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[x2]
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[Chorus:]
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That's when we ride on bitches, you fuckin' faggot snitches
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So don't you try, we packin' 9's, we leave you dead in ditches
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[x2]
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[Kinda Major:]
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Yo, Hollywood Who? Without my dawg Deuce,
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Don't make me have to ride, Men the boy got juice
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In or outside, this ain't only in the booth
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Somebody gonna die, they gonna wish they called truce
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Kinda Major on a track got Truth, Gadjet get the facts
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If you faggots wants prove, might as well hang it up now
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No noose,
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I'm fuckin' everybody, leave your pussies out loose
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Tie em' up and I throw em' in the trunk
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Fuckers want a war
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And Imma give em' what they want
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Bend they ass over
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Imma treat them like a punk
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Prison break that ass off.
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Going til I bust a nut
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I don't give a fuck, never have never will
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Go try find a better rapper with some better skill
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I murder mother fuckers, I massacre for the thrill
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Itching for some fucking killing and blood is my Benadryl
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[Chorus:]
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That's when we ride on bitches, you fuckin' faggot snitches
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So don't you try, we packin' 9's, we leave you dead in ditches
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[x2]
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[Deuce:]
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Look now, you got to admit
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No one likes your pussy music
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You say you sold out, but didn't sell shit
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Fucking idiots, lip sync fags milli vanili bitch
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How the fuck do you call yourself a band?
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You can barely rap its on now
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What comes up must come must come down
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When this shit flies, I won't be around
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Saying I couldn't spit was your biggest mistake
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Now UNDEAD sucks, they're a bunch of fakes
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Johnnys' getting overweight he's to fat to be callin' names
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Let's play a game
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Everyone's listening
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When I say fuck,sing along and say "Fuck HU"
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Fuck HU!
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When I say "What's my name?"
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You call me Big Deuce
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What's my name?
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BIG DEUCE!
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[Chorus:]
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That's when we ride on bitches, you fuckin' faggot snitches
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So don't you try, we packin' 9's, we leave you dead in ditches
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[x2]
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[Truth:]
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It's what it is, I'm the best in the Biz
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Black ski mask and the cig, 2 clips
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2 sips off of that Rosay
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With my man Jose with the coke
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Wait
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OC, and the bumb of the cree cree
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HU be softer then the sea breeze
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Fuck You
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We be nuttier than a reeses
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And we see more dough
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Move more blow
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Deuce go solo, drop yall homos
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So fly out come the parachute
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I'm always first to bail
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Never scared to shoot
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The Truth, ya know I'm out for the loot
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Heading to the top
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We movin' through the roof
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Shorty got her top down
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Just like the coupe
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Fuck you, this is 9Lives
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Real like, my ties
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One slip and you all die
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[Chorus:]
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That's when we ride on bitches, you fuckin' faggot snitches
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So don't you try, we packin' 9's, we leave you dead in ditches
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[Deuce:]
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What!
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Say what the fuck!
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Six shooters up!
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Now, what the fuck!
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Point them up!
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[GML (Nacho):]
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Imma snatch your mask off
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And tell it like it is
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No more talent, no more show biz
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Deuce left the band
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Now yall a bunch of jokes
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Hollywood IS Dead
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And thats all she fucken wrote
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Leave you dead in the ditches
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Heard you were snitches
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9Lives that's how
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We ride on you bitches, yeah
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I said it, it's the boy from GML
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If you got hurt feelings, oh well
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Do something you couldn't
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Face me on your best day
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The Wiz Kid is gone
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That's why you get less pay
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Still remember when your
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First album dropped
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Skipped it to the chorus
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The rest of yall flopped
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Whack ass lyrics
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I mean garbage
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Leaky like a faucet
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Your whole entourage
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Wish on a star bitch
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You'll never make a million
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Ninelives and GML
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In the buildin'
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[Chorus:]
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That's when we, that's when we, that's when we ride!
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That's when we, that's when we ride on these bitches!
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[x2]
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When We Ride
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Deuce |