*featuring Chyna Whyte
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[Lil Bo - Talking]
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Aww yeah ya know it was real hanging out wit y'all motherfuckers
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On this here album right
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But this motherfucker bout over and uh
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Time for me to get the hell on
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Been in the studio, the motherfucking sun coming up
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In this bitch, motherfucker, been in this motherfucking studio
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Working hard on this motherfucking album
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[Background vocals from Lil' Jon & Big Sam come in]
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What up B-leech, goddamn Sleet as usual in the motherfucking studio
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Kit, all the boys higher den a motherfucker
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We got Tim over there fucking up shit
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Ha, ha, but like I said time to get up out this album knowhaimsayin
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Hope y'all enjoyed this motherfucker
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It was a lot of hard work putting this bitch together
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Go look out for them, LG's, my girl Chyna Whyte
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And who knows what else to motherfucking expect
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From the motherfucking BME ya little Biatch
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[Chorus x2]
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[Chyna Whyte]
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It's one time for my soldiers on the front line
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Strapped with AKs, and car bombs
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With K-nine blood lines
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It's one time for my killers on the front line
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Strapped P-nines and semi-autos
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Actin like it's no tomorrow
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[Chyna Whyte]
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To survive in this world makes me a soldier
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Cause I wear Reeboks, nigga why, cause they colder
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Every 3 years I battle my fans thug years
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Now I shed tears, nigga, I ain't happy here
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Like pot, so I blow herb thinking it'll stop the pain
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When I come down I'll still be left with the strain
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So I stay high so my eyes can stay dry
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And I don't give a fuck why
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Nigga I was born to die
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In the club head tight off of gin and kiwi
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Camouflage and dimes so the niggas can't see me
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Tellin em my name Le-Le or Lisa
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Breaking them walls the Visa 9-millimeter
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Sha-sha click, cock it, rock it
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Nothing but the Reeboks and poppin
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Nuttin but motherfucking nines and
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Bump, bump, you be running like Forrest Gump
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Knock you on yo ass like Humpty Dump
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Chyna Whyte leaves niggas in a slump, serial
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Deadly like disease venereal
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Game as be RD imperial
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Pumpin through your stereo, nigga what you know
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Ain't no log when that fo'-fo'
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Ejaculate up in your fo' door
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Bitch die slow, lyrical calico
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Purple tablets I flow
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None want war, Gambino
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Emptyin clips, I rips
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Motevl I flips
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Words comin off the lips like Teflon's hips
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IT'S ONE TIME!
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Chynalude (Outro)
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| Lil' Jon & The East Side Boyz |
