Post by Isa The Great on Jul 22, 2009 13:55:01 GMT -5
STRANGERSthat's when we,that’s when we, that’s when we ride.
ACQUAINTANCEthat's when we, that’s when we ride on these bitches.
FIRSTNAMEBASESthat's when we,that’s when we, that’s when we ride.
NEWFRIENDSthat's when we, that’s when we ride on these bitches.
FAMILYFRIENDSthat's when we ride on bitches,you fucking faggot snitches,
PARTYFRIENDSso don't you try, we're packing 9's,we leave you dead in ditches.
AVERAGEFRIENDSthat's when we ride on bitches,you fucking faggot snitches,
GOODFRIENDSso don't you try, we're packing 9's,we leave you dead in ditches.
BESTFRIENDSdon't get us wrong we only made this song, to make you feel hard
BESTFEMALEwhen you hit the bong. when the 40`s up and then the 40`s gone,
BESTMALEto lick shots kill cops, to a hip-hop song. so pull them toasters
CHILDHOODFRIENDSout them holsters, pull that shirt right off your shoulders, pull
PRACTICALLYFAMILYthat 9 this is how you hold her, pull that trigger, H.U. soldiers.
SAMEHOUSE(slytherin)punk, rock out on the block, tick tock you can not stop (stop),
SAMECLIQUEhip-hop like when we drop top so hot johnny 3's been drinking
CONFIDANTSwhiskey, trigger finger feeling frisky, when you shoot it's so
ATTACHEDATHIPSdamn risqué, dead in a ditch, but i hope you miss me
PARTNERSINCRIMEthat's when we ride on bitches, you fucking faggot snitches,
(your)BLOODTRAITORso don't you try, we're packing 9's, we leave you dead in ditches.
(your)MUGGLEBORNthat's when we ride on bitches, you fucking faggot snitches,
ICURSEDYOUso don't you try, we're packing 9's, we leave you dead in ditches.
YOUCURSEDMEwait up hold on...oh no, got you faggots in a choke hold, and i think
IHATEYOUi like you, but my 9 sho don't. and how many shots till you hit that flow,
YOUHATEMEi bet fo. fo show, how many people dipping in my fo door. (i see three)
BARELYTOLERABLEbitch no, there's five in the back, and your girls on my lap, she's a down
HATEDBYASSOCIATIONlow, pro ho, fo show. what? what the fuck did i just say? i don't ask any
YOUCHEATEDONMEquestions i just spray. so hey, what i may say may be risqué deuce made
ICHEATEDONYOUme this way. that's why you don't want no beef, cause me verse you's like
JEALOUSOFYOUbeat the geeks. and we can talk right or in the street, but my gun talks first
JEALOUSOFME‘cause he loves to speak–BITCH thats when we ride thats when we
DEADLYRIVALRYthat's when we ride on bitches, you fucking faggot snitches,
FRIENDLYRIVALRYso don't you try, we're packing 9's, we leave you dead in ditches.
INTIMIDATEDBYYOUthat's when we ride on bitches, you fucking faggot snitches,
INTIMIDATEDBYMEso don't you try, we're packing 9's, we leave you dead in ditches.
INDIFFERENCEyo…in the coupe deville with the shiny rims, playing these bitches like a
FRUSTRATINGviolin. i got more freaks than a carnival, pop the trunk there's my arsenal.
FRENEMIESi got bats gats straps so let's start a war, i'll eat you alive like a carnivore.
SISTER(3)my guns need nicotine they smoke more than me, i'm with my boy charles p,
PARENThe'll go to war with me. ooh wee….yo king kong… swinging from a tree,
COUSINSdropping on these haters so they bleed, i'm coming at you bitches full speed,
EXTENDEDFAMILY(funny man lay off the weed!). oh people get jealous when i'm skating' on
FUTUREFAMILYdayton’s, and that's like freddy kruger hatin' on jason. that's got the funny man
IN-LAWSlosing his patience leave you dead in a ditch on highland and franklin
TEACHERSTUDENTthat's when we ride on bitches, you fucking faggot snitches,
EMOTIONALSUPPORTso don't you try, we're packing 9's, we leave you dead in ditches.
GOODINFLUENCEwhat, say what the fuck, six shooters up, now what the fuck…point them up.
BADINFLUENCEwho's down to ride, who's down to ride? undead pop shots we're down to die.
PROTECTIVEOFMEwho's down to die? who’s down to die? undead pop shots, we’re bound to ride.
PROTECTIVEOFYOUblack hat side ways white bold LA, flat on your back leave you smoked like an
ADMIRATIONashtray. wig split face ripped, nod if you're listening shot to the cross leave you dead
ROOM-MATESlike a christian. pop, pop, your heart just stops, stops when i just cock, cock, my gun
MENTORcause i shoot for fun that's how the west was won. i sell an ounce and then i sell two
STALKYOUmore, then i come to collect wiith the pistol 44. there's some truth to that, about the
STALKMEweed or the gat, you may never know, just leave it at (gunshot)
OBESSTIONthat's when we, that’s when we ride on these bitches.
CRUSHONYOUi look alive, i'm dead inside. my heart has holes and black blood
CRUSHONMEflows.we'll do somedrugs, well fall in love and get fucked up while
MILDFLIRTINGthe world just shrugs.with no thoughtlogically. were wondering
HEAVYFLIRTINGthe streets so aimlessly.i hate to see these kids just being putdown
CHEMISTRYso painlessly.and people say you dye your hair and wear tight jeans,
SEXBUDDIESthat doesn'tmean. that you can't scream, or like loud noise, you got
ONENIGHTSTANDa choice, you have a voice.and just because you showed no love
WANTYOUBACKand hate on us you fucked our trust. now watch we thrust this knife
WANTMEBACKcalled lust into my chest until it bust.this love, this hate is burning me
CANTHAVEMEaway (is burning me away) it's hard to face the world this love, this
CANTTHAVEYOUhate is burning me away (is burning me away) it's harder times like
SEXUALTENSIONthese that never change (that never change) mad at the fact your
PHYSCIALRELATIONSHIPdad is an addict, your friend takes pills he thinks it cures sadness, i'm
FORBIDDENnot here to attack or make you kids panic, but i just think it's tragic the
INDENIALway these kids have it.and everybody sins and it all begins, it goes back
TRUELOVEaround, nobody ever wins.and you stab yourself in the back, everybody
YOULOVEME just relax! it all just hits so close to home, we all got friends but we stand
ILOVEYOU alone, and your on your own from a broken home, you keep the truth
DEFINITEFUTUREinside and it stays unknown. Nostalgia hit and its time to quit, and every
POSSIBLEFUTUREbody acts like it don't mean shit. and your friend will stab you just to fuck
ENGAGEDsome girl, put your hands in the air and scream fuck the world!!! .this love,
MARRIEDthis hate is burning me away (is burning me away) it's hard to face the world
PASTONBADTERMSthis love, this hate is burning me away (is burning me away) it's harder times
PASTONGOODTERMSlike these that never change (that never change) let go i'll bring you closer
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