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lol Keeps Goin' And Goin'! Keep It Up...Nice Flow On Your Verses..Peace, 1



Return The Peep Plz..Thanks.

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[White-Chocolate]

thankz yall  

[White-Chocolate]

not much of a newbie anymore,
kicked that weak shit to the floor,
i'd rather rip raw shit ta make yall roar,
i can tell i'm on my way fo' sure,
i done peeped a whore strategiz'n ta score,
i didn't even have to use the pimp lure from tha vein,
tha bitch jus' came,
unlike you rookies after nookie i still maintain,
this for yall try'n 2 come up in the game
peace  

[Reef]

Nice shit from every1

[White-Chocolate]

its funny to combine samples from the pro'z,
cuz when times get tuff you got hoez (HOEZ),
comin' str8 out tha 6-0-4 (0-4),
we keepin' it gangsta, (yall know),
now HERE WE GO AGAINNN,
until the END of time, i gotta get mine,
u gotta get urs ain't nothin' but the THUG IN ME for sho',
now if ur samplin' flows here's somethin' you should know,
you gotta back that azz up while you go,
so your last question ain't WHO SHOT YA,(hehe)
Geeyyeahh look who got cha but i ain't mad at cha,
i knew ONE DAY we'd have to gat cha,
i'm the masta, I JUST DON'T GIVE A FUCK, when i blast ya,
i see DEATH AROUND THE CORNA, mobbin' like a mutha fuckin' so u'se a gona,
now me 'n tha homies don' made it, i'm so elated, ohhh, Nah Nah na na Nah

[White-Chocolate]

u might as well call me the lyrical miracle cuz here i go 'n i won't stop, till my mutha fuckin' casket drop an it ain't gon' be from no plastic glock

i don't know what else could be brutal, besides you pluggin' homey's fruit hole,
why'd you have to stoop so low, now i know, HOW low you CAN go,
now watch how i flow, cuz like Busta, you yellin' GIMME SOME MO',
now holll' up as i rolll up, m-16 tucked UP while u sippin' on a fruit CUP,
no need to holla SUP cuz your ass'd up, toss'd up, u bein' pass'd UP,
not alot goin' good in da hood, u should think before you plug wit ur wood,
if u could, i know u would move to San Fran where u think lifes grand,
let mother fucka'z hit cha in the back of your grand am, damn man,
how can u floss guys jocks with an open hand, in ur youth this wasn't ur plan,
while u done grown up man, but shit homey i still don't understand,
well u banned and if u come round here ur gonna be canned,
guns bust crazy like BLAM, bitch get gon' for u get slammed,
this for them homo's fakin', hatin' on us cuz we makin' it an ain't takin they shit,
peace

[White-Chocolate]

sooo, how-do-u, like me nowww//
i've got 2 stars, considered a G and have come so far//
not quite warren g but i want it all (all, all)//
down 4 the westcoast cuz them my boyz 'n we gon' ball (we gon' ball)//
when ur ris'n it's easy ta fall//
as long we got R homie'Z R backz gon' be away from the wall//
i'm feelin' way 2 tall like Wilt did// (Wilt Chamberlain)
got my brim tilted,  cup tipped//
not from down south but the purple is be'n sipped//
good to bad, bad to good, no wonder we tripped//
well gotta go just had to let my brain flip//
keep the peace as you dip  

[White-Chocolate]

not really on one necessary topic but just fell like thingz is goin' my way or atleast turn out, peace

[White-Chocolate]

i'm white but not the new eminem//
im'a still be plata-nem (platinum)//
my rhymes are what's happenin'//
i see yall tryna come back again//
but my crew sick an we bat'n em//
gatz we pack'n em//
faces, we crack'n em//
bitches, we smack'n em//
the script i'm flippin'//
'n yes this the new jag you sittin' in//
now get in except you boy, u ain't fit in//
shit yall must be tripp'n//
dick'n round, that'll only get you shot ta tha ground where i'm found (where i'm from-WHAT!)//
bitch you wanna clown, come back an be down//
we a leave ya in the underground, face down (FACE DOWN!)//
baby we playaz an we get around, leavin' u behind//
middle fingers in the air to remind-ya, dont you dare//
and that ain't the scare, wait till the cru' finds you//
i hope god don't carry a grudge or else it's probably a sludge hamma/
jail cells-tha slamma's//
hehe u can find me, chillin' b, sippin' on daquri's//
personally i might be a little quiet//
don't mean i won't fuck ur bitch an cause a riot//
u yellin' kamikaze? i'm the pilot//
i'm'a put more holes in ya 'n slim ya worse then a anorexic bitch on a diet (dont try it)//
mutha fucka'z think b4 u try it, awwww shiit shit//

hehe pointless rhymes whatever takes to clear my mind,
if it wasn't for rap perhaps i'd be packin' the straps??

[White-Chocolate]

this a lil' somethin' to make an old post new,
u hesitate my lyrics till they come hot out the toasta, like pheww,
hop'n du' (dude) don't roast ya or diss nephew,
man fuck u, im'a pull up in the ferrari testarosa,
makin' more hits then sammy sosa,
the most brah, you not even close huh,
careful cuz i got killers an they close to yuh,
one wrong step 'n its buh-bye,
mutha fucka, u just got shot in the eye,
my boys ain't even drive by,
they just walk'd on by, let they shit fly,
ain't no regrets next time dont act sly,
cuz now look where u lay, shoulda just act shy 'n stay put,
well now you got shook 'n if i had a beat this would be rocked off tha hook
but fa now u just gotta look

[White-Chocolate]

this is my playground til i'm lay'd down//
someone gotta rep 'n stay down//
keep yall clown'z on lock down//
gettin' bitchez out they gown 'n on cock//
grab the homiez 'n mob the town, represent'N 6 ta tha glock//
u ain't a king, pass me that crown//
don't frown, u had ta get got//
u should be lucky we ain't had ta bust a shot// ...
haha fuck my brain's on rot, piece till i got a thought

[White-Chocolate]

i see yall tryn'a jump in a crew//
what u need help? i thought u could schoo'//
but if i were you, i wouldn't except u if u were duplicated into 2//
i ain't no foo, thats y i remain a mystery till im history//
yall no how the city mentions me lyrically legendary//
now this is how u can picture me//
a young g, alone 'n on his own//
writin' rhymes as i roam//
do'n my dirt all by my lone-some//
rollin' so-lo, so i know you don't want some//
now i'm trail off and hum... da di da da umm..//
now bring the drum back cuz i ain't feelin' that//
can't let my shit flow wack so i keep my knowledge stacked//
brains packed and ready to unwrap a new DON//
mutha fuckaz bring it on, it's white chocolate till i'm gone//
a lyrical poet till i'm head strong 'n you dont want none

[White-Chocolate]

looks like another tradegy//
another homey gone from me//
knew the kid since we were lil' BG'z//
kickin' it in elementary 'n runnin' tha streetz//
now he clapped, even tho he laughed at the heat//
still those bullets can't be beat//
if u consider life a treat you best be cautious when u meet death//
one slice of ur juggular an he's got ur last breath//
what u gon' say when ur last hours have left//
now ur life's been stolen like homicidal theft//
if u dont wanna rest in peace floss that knowledge//
make sure u acknowledge ur deft with tha glock squeezin' that trigger//
i know u be hatin' when u get holes in ur Hilfiger//
becareful fo' u get disfigured//
this goes out to them boyz lost 'n ain't figured we they wuz crossed//
peace homeboys, fallen soulja's, all yall gon' cuz u stunt'n wit jack frost

[White-Chocolate]

these bitchaz get upset after i'm done getting 'em wet,
but you know i'm a vet and they can't let go,
cuz why? cuz she's a hoe, you know she's hoe,
'N a hoe can't stay away from Clay, they need the solution,
they can't wait for evolution so i fill them with my pollution,
nothin' but pure corruption fillin' 'em, up 'n down with no interupptions,
till she feel the wrath of my eruptions, yall gurls know u need'n sumthan',
like Drag 'n Eve "i got what u need" 'n u need what i got,
ladies don't hesitate on that thought

[White-Chocolate]

*scratched* drizz drizz, dizzOP it

1, 2, 3,
it's white chocolate baby,
comin' through on the M-I-C,
so white i'm blind ta see,
let me show you how i emcee,
*DJ scratching*
now not old school but this written for yall that schools,
mutha fucka rappin' THINKIN' he's cool,
the words he got sprayin' leave him layin' a fool,
i come harder then a bullet shoved in ur stool (ass),
but fuck that shit i'd rather pistol whip this bitch wit my tool,
now let's switch it up to moet sippin' at the pool,
me the lyrical poet, pen 'n pad in hand, trippin' cuz some don't understand,
but like Nas "i know I Can",
an sport'n Nikes i CAN "just do it",
here i am-with a sample cuz i hear yall shout'n "show it",
i come quick off the draw when i flow it,
don't front yall thugs 'n bitchez know it