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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  8)

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

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