Dead in Ditches - Official Lyrics

"Dead in Ditches"

[Tha Producer]
Thats when we, thats when we, thats when we ride
Thats when we, thats when we ride on these bitches

That's when we ride on bitches
You fucking faggot snitches
So don't you try, we're packin' 9s
We leave you dead in ditches

[Johnny 3 Tears]
Don't get us wrong we only made this song
To make you feel hard when you hit the bong
When the 40's up and then the 40's gone
To 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 9 this is how you hold her
Pull that trigger, H.U. soldiers
Punk (punk), rock out on the block
Tick tock you can not stop (stop)
Hip hop like when we drop top so hot (so hot)
Johnny 3s been drinking whiskey
Trigger finger feeling frisky
When you shoot its so damn risky
Dead in a ditch, but I hope you miss me

(Chorus: Tha Producer)

[Charlie Scene]
Wait up hold on... oh no, got you faggots in a choke hold
And I think I like you, but my 9 sho dont
And how many shots till you hit that flo', I bet fo
("Yo Charlie you loco")
Fo sho, how many people dipping in my fo door
("I see three")
Bitch no, theres five in the back, and your girls on my lap
She's down a low, pro ho, fo sho
What? What the fuck did I just say
I dont ask any questions I just spray
So hey, what I may say ma be risky
Deuce made me this way
Thats why you dont want no beef
Cause me verse yous like beat the geeks
And we can talk right here in the street
But my gun talks first cause he loves to speak BITCH

(Chorus: Tha Producer)

[Funny Man]
Yo in the Coupe DeVille with the shiny rims
Playing these bitches like a violin
I got more freaks than a carnival
Pop the trunk there's my arsenal
I got bats gats straps so lets star 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, he'll go to war with me
Ooh wee
Yo King Kong swinging from a tree
Dropping on these haters so they bleed
I'm coming at you bitches full speed
("Funny Man lay off the weed!")
Oh people get jealous when I'm skatin on Dayton's
And that's like Freddy Krueger hatin on Jason
Thats got the Funny Man losing his patience
Leave you dead in a ditch on Highland and Franklin

(Chorus: Tha Producer)

[J-Dog]
What
Say what the fuck
Six shooters up
Now what the fuck
Point them up

Whos down to ride, whos down to ride
Undead pop shots were down to die
Whos down to die, whos down to die
Undead pop shots were bound to ride
Black hat side ways, white bold LA
Flat on your back, leave you smoked like an ash tray
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 cock cock
My gun cause I shoot for fun
Thats how the west was won
I sell an ounce and then I sell two more
Then i come to collect with the pistol 44
Theres some truth to that
About the weed or the gat?
You may never know, just leave it at ...

(Chorus: Tha Produca)