Outro Chynalude

Aww yeah ya know it was real hanging out wit y'all motherf**kers On this here album right But this motherf**ker bout over and uh Time for me to get the hell on Been in the studio, the motherf**king sun coming up In this bitch, motherf**ker, been in this motherf**king studio Working hard on this motherf**king album (Background vocals from Lil' Jon & Big Sam come in) What up B-leech, goddamn Sleet as usual in the motherf**king studio Kit, all the boys higher den a motherf**ker We got Tim over there f**king up shit Ha, ha, but like I said time to get up out this album knowhaimsayin Hope y'all enjoyed this motherf**ker It was a lot of hard work putting this bitch together Go look out for them, LG's, my girl Chyna Whyte And who knows what else to motherf**king expect From the motherf**king BME ya little Biatch (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, nigga why, cause they colder Every 3 years I battle my fans thug years Now I shed tears, nigga, 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 f**k why Nigga I was born to die In the club head tight off of gin and kiwi Camouflage and dimes so the niggas can't see me Tellin em my name Le-Le or Lisa Breaking them walls the Visa 9-millimeter Sha-sha click, cock it, rock it Nothing but the Reeboks and poppin Nuttin but motherf**king nines and Bump, bump, you be running like Forrest Gump Knock you on yo ass like Humpty Dump Chyna Whyte leaves niggas in a slump, serial Deadly like disease venereal Game as be RD imperial Pumpin through your stereo, nigga what you know Ain't no log when that fo'-fo' Ejaculate up in your fo' door Bitch die slow, lyrical calico Purple tablets I flow None want war, Gambino Emptyin clips, I rips Motevl I flips Words comin off the lips like Teflon's hips IT'S ONE TIME!