[Intro: Truth]

Aye, yo, Deuce

You hear about this fuckboy Danny?

Fucking American Idol reject, haha

Fucking faggots

[Pre-Chorus: Deuce]

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

[Chorus: Deuce]

That's when we ride on bitches

You fucking faggot snitches

So don't you try, we're 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're packing nines

We leave you dead in ditches

[Verse 1: Gadjet]

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 gotta die, they gon' 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 'em up, and I'll throw 'em in the trunk

Fuckers wanted war and I'mma give 'em what they want

Bend they ass over, I'mma treat 'em like a punk

Prison break that ass off, go till 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 thrill

Itching for some fucking killing and blood is my Benadryl

[Chorus: Deuce]

That's when we ride on bitches

You fucking faggot snitches

So don't you try, we're 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're packing nines

We leave you dead in ditches

[Verse 2: Deuce]

Look, now you've got to admit

No one likes your pussy music

It's sad you sold out but didn't sell shit

You 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 must come down

When this shit flies, they won't be around

Saying I couldn't spit was their 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"

"Fuck HU"

When I say "what's my name," you call me Big Deuce

What's my name? "Big Deuce"

[Chorus: Deuce]

That's when we ride on bitches

You fucking faggot snitches

So don't you try, we're 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're packing nines

We leave you dead in ditches

[Verse 3: Truth]

It's what it is, I'm best in the biz

Black ski mask and the cig

Two clips, two sips off of that Rosay

Hit my man Jose with the coke weight

OC, hit a bump of that 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 gone solo, dropped y'all homos

So fly, out come the parachute

I'm always first to peel, never scared to shoot

The Truth, you know I'm out for the loot

Headed to the top, we moving through the roof

Shorty got her top down just like the Coupe

Fuck you, this is Nine Lives

Real life, my ties, one slip and you all die

[Chorus: Deuce]

That's when we ride on bitches

You fucking faggot snitches

So don't you try, we're packing nines

We leave you dead in ditches

[Bridge: Deuce]

What? Say "what the fuck?"

Six shooters up

Now, what the fuck?

Point them up

[Verse 4: Doebeezi of GML]

I'mma snatch your mask off and tell it like it is

No more talent, no more showbiz

Deuce left the band, and now y'all a bunch of jokes

Hollywood is Dead, and that's all she fucking wrote

Leave you dead in a ditch, yes, heard you were snitches

Nine Lives, that's how we ride on you bitches

Yeah, I said it, it's Doe-boy from GML

If you get hurt feelings, oh well

Do something, you couldn't fade 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 y'all flopped

Wack-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

[Outro: Deuce]

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