******** half niggets (ah ha) 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 (Oh! ) 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 (Oh! ) That's when we ride on bitches You ********' f*****t snitches So don't you try we packin' nines We'll leave you dead in ditches That's when we ride on bitches You ********' f*****t snitches So don't you try we packin' nines We'll leave you dead in ditches Don't get us wrong we only made the song To make you feel hard when you hit the bong And when the 40's up and the 40's gone 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 nine this is how you hold her Pull that trigger H.U. soldiers (punk! ) Rock out on the block (block! ) Tick-tock you cannot stop (stop! ) Hip-hop like when we drop Talk is so hot Johnny 3's been drinkin' whiskey Trigger finger feelin' frisky When you shoot it's so damn risky Dead in a ditch, but I hope you miss me That's when we ride on bitches You ********' f*****t snitches So don't you try we packin' nines We'll leave you dead in ditches That's when we ride on bitches You ********' f*****t snitches So don't you try we packin' nines We'll leave you dead in ditches Wait up hold on, oh no! Got you fagots in a choke hold And I think I like you but my nine sure don't And how many shots till you hit that flo' I bet four (Yo Charlie, you loco! ) Fo' sho' How many people dippin' in my four door? (I see three)(b***h, no) There's five in the back and your girl's on my lap she's a down low pro ho Fo' sho' What? What the ******** did I just say? I don't ask questions I just spray So hey what I say may be risqué Deuce made me this way That's why you don't want no beef Cause me versus you is like beatin' the geeks But we can talk right here or in the streets But my gun talks first cause he loves to speak (b***h! ) That's when we ride on bitches You ********' f*****t snitches So don't you try we packin' nines We'll leave you dead in ditches That's when we ride on bitches You ********' f*****t snitches So don't you try we packin' nines We'll leave you dead in ditches In the Coupe De Ville with the shiny rims Playin' these bitches like a violin I got more freaks than a carnival Pop the trunk there's my arsenal I got bats plus gats 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. who'll go to war with me King Kong swingin' from a tree (tree! ) Droppin' on the haters till they bleed (bleed! ) I'm comin' at you bitches full speed (speed! ) (Funny Man lay off the weed) People getting jealous when I'm skatin' on Dayton's And that's like Freddy Krueger hatin' on Jason That's got the Funny Man losin' his patience Leave you dead in a ditch on Highland and Franklin That's when we ride on bitches You ******** 'f*****t snitches So don't you try we packin' nines We'll leave you dead in ditches (Undead! ) (What! ) Say what the ******** Six shooters up Now what the ******** boy (let's ride) Who's down to ride? Who's down to ride? Undead! Pop shots we're down to die Who's down to die? Who's down to die? Undead! Pop shots we're bound to ride Black hat sideways white bold LA Flat on your back leave you smoked like an ashtray Wig split, face ripped nod if you're listenin' Shot to the cross leave you dead like a Christian Pop, pop Your heart just stops, stops When I just c**k, c**k my gun 'Cause I shoot for fun that's how the west was won. I sell an ounce, then I sell two mo' Then I come to collect with the pistol (fo', fo') There's some truth to that about the weed or the gat You may never know just leave it at... 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 (Oh! ) 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 (Oh! )

I wish I could I could have quit you.I wish I never missed you,And told you that I loved you, every time I ******** you.The future that we both drew, and all the s**t we've been through.Obsessed with the thought of you, the pain just grew and grew!How could you do this to me?Look at what I made for you, it never was enough and the world is what I gave to you.I used to be love struck; now I'm just ******** up.Pull up my sleeves and see the pattern of my cuts!