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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

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