Outro Chynalude

Aww yeah ya know it was real hanging out wit yall mother*********s
On this here album right
But this mother********* bout over and uh
Time for me to get the hell on
Been in the studio, the mother******g sun coming up
In this *************, mother *********, been in this mother******g studio
Working hard on this mother******g album[Background vocals from Lil Jon & Big Sam come in]
What up B-leech, goddamn
Sleet as usual in the mother******g studio
Kit, all the boys higher den a mother*********
We got Tim over there ******g up *************t
Ha, ha, but like
I said time to get up out this album knowhaimsayin
Hope yall enjoyed this mother*********
It was a lot of hard work putting this ************* together
Go look out for them,
LGs, my girl
Chyna Whyte
And who knows what else to mother******g expect
From the mother******g
BME ya little
Biatch[Chorus x2][Chyna Whyte]
Its one time for my soldiers on the front line
Strapped with
AKs, and car bombs
With K-nine blood lines
Its one time for my killers on the front line
Strapped P-nines and semi-autos
Actin like its no tomorrow[Chyna Whyte]
To survive in this world makes me a soldier
Cause I wear
Reeboks, ************* why, cause they colder
Every 3 years
I battle my fans thug years
Now I shed tears, ** ***********,
I aint happy here
Like pot, so
I blow herb thinking itll stop the pain
When I come down
Ill still be left with the strain
So I stayhigh so my eyes can stay dry
And I dont give a ************* why
************* I was born to die
In the club head tight off of gin and kiwi
Camouflage and dimes so the *************s cant see me
Tellin em my name
Le- Le or Lisa
Breaking them walls the
Visa 9-millimeter
Sha-sha click, ********* it, rock it
Nothing but the
Reeboks and poppin
Nuttin but mother******g nines and
Bump, bump, you be running like
Forrest Gump
Knock you on yo ass like
Humpty Dump
Chyna Whyte leaves *************s in a slump, serial
Deadly like disease venereal
Game as be
RD imperial
Pumpin through your stereo, **** ********* what you know
Aint no log when that fo-fo
********* up in your fo door
******* ****** die slow, lyrical calico
Purple tablets
I flowNone want war,
GambinoEmptyin clips,
I ripsMotevl
I flipsWords comin off the lips like
Teflons hips
ITS ONE T
IME!