
When We Ride DJ Kay Slay (Ft. Sheek Louch, Styles P & Uncle Murda)
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[Intro: DJ Kay Slay]
DJ Kay Slay to drown the king
DJ Xalence on the track
When we ride on our enemies
Time to ride
When we ride on our enemies (Okay)
Make sure everybody die, when we ride (You will die)
I bet you motherfuckers die, when we ride on our enemies
When we ride on our enemies
When we ride on our enemies (Yeah)
Make sure everybody die, when we ride (Deepthroat)
I bet you motherfuckers die, when we ride on our enemies
(Kay Slay)
When we ride on our enemies
When we ride on our enemies
[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Shells in the sawed-off, goons in the [?]
Niggas that I'm beefin' wit', hopin' that it's called off (Chill yo)
You ain't ever clappin', basically, you rappin'
I ain't sayin' go to jail, but basically, you actin' (And the winner is)
So the Oscar goes to you, and I can't forget all the supportin' actors your crew
Punch niggas right in they mouth, talk shit, be right in the house
Pop, pop, pop, airin' it out
I just hope you don't snitch, or my chance is zero to nothin'
'Cause the industry is basically bitch
I'm just tryna chill now, 'cause the money come in piles
D Block, fuck that, ride on 'em, Styles
DJ Kay Slay to drown the king
DJ Xalence on the track
When we ride on our enemies
Time to ride
When we ride on our enemies (Okay)
Make sure everybody die, when we ride (You will die)
I bet you motherfuckers die, when we ride on our enemies
When we ride on our enemies
When we ride on our enemies (Yeah)
Make sure everybody die, when we ride (Deepthroat)
I bet you motherfuckers die, when we ride on our enemies
(Kay Slay)
When we ride on our enemies
When we ride on our enemies
[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Shells in the sawed-off, goons in the [?]
Niggas that I'm beefin' wit', hopin' that it's called off (Chill yo)
You ain't ever clappin', basically, you rappin'
I ain't sayin' go to jail, but basically, you actin' (And the winner is)
So the Oscar goes to you, and I can't forget all the supportin' actors your crew
Punch niggas right in they mouth, talk shit, be right in the house
Pop, pop, pop, airin' it out
I just hope you don't snitch, or my chance is zero to nothin'
'Cause the industry is basically bitch
I'm just tryna chill now, 'cause the money come in piles
D Block, fuck that, ride on 'em, Styles
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