Outro Chynalude

Aww yeah ya know it was real hanging out wit y'all 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 y'all enjoyed this mother*********

It was a lot of hard work putting this ************* together

Go look out for them,

LG's, 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]

It's one time for my soldiers on the front line

Strapped with

AKs, and car bombs

With K-nine blood lines

It's one time for my killers on the front line

Strapped P-nines and semi-autos

Actin like it's 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 ain't happy here

Like pot, so

I blow herb thinking it'll stop the pain

When I come down

I'll still be left with the strain

So I stay high so my eyes can stay dry

And I don't give a ************* why

************* I was born to die

In the club head tight off of gin and kiwi

Camouflage and dimes so the *************s can't 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

Ain't 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

Teflon's hips

IT'S ONE T

IME!