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Chyna White
(chyna white)
yeah, ya'll know me right (chyna white)
(chyna white)
i'm that same bitch ya'll want for half price (chyna white)
(chyna white)
the same bitch ya'll niggas be blamin' all ya'll problems on (chyna white)
(chyna white)
i'm the reason why half ya'll niggas can't even go in your mom's crib no more (chyna white)
(chyna white)
i'm the type of bitch leave a nigga nose stiff, and get his hoes hit
make his toes shift, tell his mans n' them,
ya'll ain't had shift til' ya'll motha fuckas switch and smoke this shit
the reason Mike fucked around and moped his bitch
and Miss Jone's little son Troy smoked the shit
I ain't the cause of niggas wit knowledge to toke the shit
just wanna spit, cuz niggas came up real short with their shit
ya know my nigga like novacaine, straight to the brain
shoot it up, thinkin both his nose and his toes is the same
niggas gave me a nickname Chyna last name White
guranteed to have your ass open first night
bad bitch, slanted eyes, powdery white
somethin' special, not your average, baddest lil' thing in sight
I know this dude Rick that fucked with a bitch
get you right, matter of fact, dude could get a half price
shit, she got a crew, that ain't nuttin nice, don shit
how ya'll motha fuckas believin that ya'll can fly on shit
matter fact, Mel, is the fuck a girl trish scale
unique, hit little league, and born bad ?????
now they assed out, in the hood massed out
averex and tims fucked up with they gats out, no love
nana, nana, i need ten dollars, nana
baby I can't give you no more money
what you mean you can't give me no money?
boy, where is my tv?
nana, I smoked the tv
uhhh, no love, ???? a few thugs, new drug
nigga started stashin' things on ?????????????
hottest shit that hit the streets
divide peeps, divide crew love, fuck trees now its o-z's
slow leaks in niggas with false leads and nose bleeds
vein pop, pop shells in close cells
bitches, they're nose frell, got the word that coke sell
trip it once, you could match a niggas bail
flip it twice you officially on
have the richest niggas fucked up kissin your thongs
mystery's on
huh, flip it three times you straight trip on a lake
crystal and cheesecake, cocksucka d shake, niggas flake
huh, flip it once more your leery huh
feds on your ass, steal money don't make money
what happened to get money
the bitches, the cars, and brick money
the spot on Bain Bridge
ya'll niggas ain't claimin' shit now, huh
ya'll don't know me now, fucked up in the game
no love, no love
chyna white
chyna white
chyna white
chy, chyna white
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4-5-6 featuring Beanie Segul & Memphis Bleek
Put your weight up, not your hate up, niggas
You know how you play, quiet towns and tie 'em down
Haters wonderin' how I got my position with rock
Cuz I listen to The Lox and I to watch
While you still sittin' in spot, ditchin' the cops
I'm in the Porsche Box with Fox listen and watch
War still gray, Lexus, GS4
Doesn't even meddle when the dogg pedal to the floor
I'm routin' down South, for my aim it to score
Eight cylinder, screamin' 'Fuck the law!'
Got a tank full of gas, trunk full of cash
Hammies in the stash, scandels in the dash
Radar detectors, troopers can't find us
We bubbled down ATL and hit the 'Linas
Then get clubbed with some Dirty South thugs
Ball out thugs, go in your house thugs
Talk shit, put blood in your mouth thugs
36 South thugs, stay on route thugs
You know how Mac play, quiet town, tie it down
I supply it now, by the pound
Might front you with a cube if you buy a pound
If you didn't try it then, why would you try it now?
Then cuz Mac rap, wouldn't fire a round
Til you frown, I lay you down and retire you clown
And I clap niggas, Mac niggas kiss the dirt
Pat-pat with the deuce deuce, it'll work
Bitch ass niggas wearin' thongs and skirts
Catch 'em early in the mornin' while they goin' to work
You pretty motherfuckers stay stuck in the mirror
And you weak ass niggas only buss out the fair
I know y'all softer than them feathers that get stuffed in the rear
I pack barettas, never bust in their ear
Twist your shit back, spit til my gat sit back
Pack four pieces like a Kit Kat. Heh, get that?
Cock Cris bottle like a six-pack, Range Roll dot six that
Benz Coupe, drop six that
Buggy eye seven come out? Shit, took the six pack
Switch the Double R, the Double R's are, gotta get that
You see how we play, pop Cris on the E-Way
Soakin' the sea, gettin' drunk with glee
Only the sharp bar, grill Simon, pop Don P
While you chickin' when you chasin' your how with hot tea
Niggas flashin' that money like it's they money
Slack 500 on back of a tree twenty
I'm bringin' it to any nigga tryin' to servine (yeah)
With them bullshit buggy I kiss 'em CDs
Memphis Bleek:
Check it out, yo, yo
Well, I'm a lil' nigga don't speak
I tote heat, here to shut down your whole operation on the street
Bleek, you know niggas just had to recrute this
My flow drew out like a old nigga toothless
Who wanna believe they pump Bleek with 'Renaline
Too hyped up but weed calm my adrenaline
Roll day on the strip, SK in the crib
Honey crack valve playin' the binge
Nickel nine gleam, like this armor rolled up
My squad be armed up, gotcha niggas' arms up
Who the fuck want what? Me and Bean's trumped up
Witcha town underseige, dillenger in your sleave
My gun jammed, you niggas squeeze on me
You niggas them cats thata call these on me
I'm on on my off game, leave the stadium for in stores
Floss chains and I pimp whores, they smoked out
Shirt be poked out, when the slums know eight
Six to jump out, you eat what you spit
Motherfucker die clean before you actin' tought cat
But in your heart you scream, I read your body languo
You want balance and a water mangle
You want a challange get a broad to every angle
This shit is slowed down, I bet that
Ya upfront dough, in your six bet that, motherfucker
Foxy Brown:
Sassy Fox some brick money, caught me a drop
You know how I run it, 600, glassy top
Rock them light gray wrist shit, flash the rocks
The red, the yellow, the green, causin' traffic stops
Bitch, please, never freeze, gonna blast the glock
Then I show all them to plead and breeze past the cops
You talk slick, suck dick for money in y'all hand
I'm like 'Bitch, I got more money than your man'
While you get your knees scraped up, cum all over your glands
Shit, I'm in the B Twinz ballin' them tramps
Y'all hoes greasy, so I keep bitch easy
Rookie, what the fuck you know about glocks and a pop book?
You know Na Na rock that shit, Perrot that shit
And Scotch that shit, don't see about that shit
Hollow points, top that shit, fuck tryin' to aim
Pop that shit, yeah, nigga, Fox got that shit
You see the ice wrist shit, can you cop that shit
Shannell crocodile ostrich shit, whoa
You know my style, I be spinnin' they calves
And I'll show that little dick, some celebrity ass
Get 'em a brick, I know what style to get them niggas ship brick
Well, fuck, I let 'em live and lick the tip of my shit
To remind 'em with some rose petals, candles, and shit
Bust some hydro like the nigga grew up playin' my shit
So that's what it is, why them hoes mad at my shit
See me wildin' in the four-six, stylin' on them bum-ass
Goddess in the sea, y'all bitches is littles Foxes
See my girls' friends, tossin' they little watches
Cris? I pops it. Fuckin' a nigga topless
Cats? I fouls on. Hoes? I styles on, nigga
Why y'all laughin'? 'Ey y'all laugh
Over here? Hustle from where, clear all out
Shit, greyhound bitch, stay down bitch
And I know Jigga see me here to lay down shit
I will spray y'all niggas, waste y'all niggas
Cuz I fucked the nigga and pay y'all niggas
Yeah, what the fuck
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Can U Feel Me
My peoples is watching you, watching me
Lots of envy and hate is what it gots to be
I heard you tried to destroy my whole monopoly
But if I take it to ya face, ya 'gon cop a plea
I know it, but it's cool, I know to watch you close
And if it comes to extremes I always got my toast
But you don't know that I know, that you an evil nigga
Cuz I'm laughin' and frontin' like I believe you nigga
You be thinkin' you fresh in your Moschino wear
And if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be nowhere
Huh, even ya crew knows you just too soft
I'm just waitin' for the right time to cut you off, for real
So keep thinkin' 'forever', you'll be down
But if you know this 'bout you, you got to kill me now
I'm sayin' 50 procent of my niggaz think it's them
And if you think it ain't you, you betta think again
[CHORUS]: Pretty Boy
Niggaz I role with
Niggaz I stole with
Niggaz that hold shit
Niggaz that blow chicks, can you feel me baby?
(When you inside me Pretty)
Can I trust you baby?
(I never lie Pretty)
Plus you stay jiggy
(You keep me fly Pretty)
And I'ma treat you like my fifth on my side baby
And I'ma take you on some trips to the sky baby
And no matter what we do (ya know ya mine baby)
[Foxy Brown]
If it ain't my dogs, I ain't fuckin' with 'em
Shit, bitches ain't my crew, I ain't fuckin' with 'em
Think I trust ya'll? Caniving bitches, starvin' bitches
Always got ya eyes on my wrist-ass bitches
Think cuz a bitch trapped, I won't layout bitches
Down with the 4 pound, and spray out bitches
Everything ain't rap, ya'll some snake-ass bitches
I ain't playin' with all ya'll hoes, O.K. ya'll bitches
Sling back to the hood, got the game back
Niggaz front the bodede, they keep yellin': "Fox get ya name back, baby"
Brooklyn nigga, bet I stash you, young chick
Ballers and tailors and knee patches
'Memba that? Quart of juices, 3 quarter bomb magoosters
Two finger rings, with ya 2 tone jeans, frontin' like it's nuthin'
When everybody was born, now ya'll hoes fallin'
And wanna knock 'me for mines
[CHORUS]
[Pretty Boy]
My peoples is watching you, watching me
Lots of envy and hate is what it gots to be
I heard you tried to destroy my whole monopoly
But if I take it to ya face, ya 'gon cop a plea
I know it, but it's cool, I know to watch you close
And if it comes to extremes I always got my toast
But you don't know that I know, that you an evil nigga
Cuz I'm laughin' and frontin' like I believe you nigga
You be thinkin' you fresh in your Moschino wear
And if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be nowhere
Huh, even ya crew knows you just too soft
I'm just waitin' for the right time to cut you off, for real
So keep thinkin' 'forever', you'll be down
But if you know this 'bout you, you got to kill me now
I'm sayin' 50 procent of my niggaz think it's them
And if you think it ain't you, you betta think again
[CHORUS]: Pretty Boy
Niggaz I role with
Niggaz I stole with
Niggaz that hold shit
Niggaz that blow chicks, can you feel me baby?
(When you inside me Pretty)
Can I trust you baby?
(I never lie Pretty)
Plus you stay jiggy
(You keep me fly Pretty)
And I'ma treat you like my fifth on my side baby
And I'ma take you on some trips to the sky baby
And no matter what we do (ya know ya mine baby)
[Foxy Brown]
If it ain't my dogs, I ain't fuckin' with 'em
Shit, bitches ain't my crew, I ain't fuckin' with 'em
Think I trust ya'll? Caniving bitches, starvin' bitches
Always got ya eyes on my wrist-ass bitches
Think cuz a bitch trapped, I won't layout bitches
Down with the 4 pound, and spray out bitches
Everything ain't rap, ya'll some snake-ass bitches
I ain't playin' with all ya'll hoes, O.K. ya'll bitches
Sling back to the hood, got the game back
Niggaz front the bodede, they keep yellin': "Fox get ya name back, baby"
Brooklyn nigga, bet I stash you, young chick
Ballers and tailors and knee patches
'Memba that? Quart of juices, 3 quarter bomb magoosters
Two finger rings, with ya 2 tone jeans, frontin' like it's nuthin'
When everybody was born, now ya'll hoes fallin'
And wanna knock 'me for mines
[CHORUS]
[Pretty Boy]
Uh, now I wonda: "Am I at my peak?"
Is it just a dream or are they really after me?
Is it real? You never know what lies ahead of you
I'm kinda young, but my heart beats irregular
What do I do? Do I sit here and die slow?
They tried to kill me, mixin' angeldust and hydro
My eyes closed, what I'm sayin' must be sinkin' in
And if it didn't nigga, take ya time and think again
Uh...
[CHORUS] (3x)
Uh, now I wonda: "Am I at my peak?"
Is it just a dream or are they really after me?
Is it real? You never know what lies ahead of you
I'm kinda young, but my heart beats irregular
What do I do? Do I sit here and die slow?
They tried to kill me, mixin' angeldust and hydro
My eyes closed, what I'm sayin' must be sinkin' in
And if it didn't nigga, take ya time and think again
Uh...
[CHORUS] (3x)
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