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White-Chocolate:
gangsta, poet, ain't matter i still flow it,
no point talking shit cuz u know it,
treat ya like a hoe when i throw ya in it,
bust so hard u'll have facial fits, cure ur zits,
make u a bitch an grow tits,
so unbelievable it's to hard when it hits,
too hot to handle bitch get mits,
this enuff i'm out to calm my spits

White-Chocolate:
like Em my words are weapons,
bring em steppin' when i'm reppin',
so hot got all these bitches streppin',
i mean strippin', wet 'n drippin,
this for my homey's come sit-in,
the sippin's on me cuz I see ca$h ba-by,
sometimes called lil' Sha-dy cuz Clay-be White 'n CraZZyyy,
mind sometimes ain't right but that don't phase me,
cock suckers can't be hustlers if they lazy,
put me on stage G, i'll try not to freeze,
rap slow an low so these bro's catch ZZZZZ,
got they hoe's 'n ladiez lost in the ease of my lyrical breeze,
can't resist when i'm drapped in khakeess an white tee's,
it's white chocolate droppin' infinite keys, please believe,
throwin' up one love as i leavezz
peazzeeee

White-Chocolate:
just a lil' somethin' somethin' i thought after replying to concrete's thread

when u need, indeed i'll be there when u call,
my thoughts always on tha ball,
i know when ur backs against the wall,
u need something otha then a path down a dark hall,
i hope to be the 1 you call an all, i want to be ur reason u can stand tall,
when u mad 'n wanna brawl, holla before you fall,
i'll help you shout fuck-it-all, don't hestitae or wait, this from me 2 yall

one luv

White-Chocolate:
just a lil' somethin' off the top

First keystyle//
First fresstyle//
Just a lil' somethin' to show you W.C.'z style//
Haven't been in this game a long while but like D.O.C.//
Everythangs gon' G-aright, sippin' gin gon' kick my feet up ta night an keepin' it G for L I F an E//
A bit simplistic you see but reality is all my writing B//
Don't spit any other cuz i want yall feelin' me//

Now that was just a wack intro a little to show ya how a flow//
Now let me show you the miracle lyrical one that praise son//
Not Nas but i got myself a gun//
When i go out it ain't 1 Luv show i'ma push an shove till i got my glove on Everythang i love//
Just something soft and simple like a dove beautiful and sent from above//
Thats what this Emcee be made OF

White-Chocolate:
i just wanna start this shit off with a FUCK OFF,
fuck you bitch, fuck you hoe, yall cunt's can give me blow,
tired of these bitchez talkin' shit when they know they just a hoe,
FUCK YOUUU *echoes*

now here we go, i'ma let this shit flow cuz fuck a bitch 'n fuck a hoe,
Big Syke know they come 'n go like the wind blows,
i show 'em so cuz i gotta worry bout the po po, fuck a bitch an fuck a hoe,
back to the basics tho, i hate slutty faced hoez,
let pimp smacks erase 'those,
my pro'z got yall froze, <u knowzzz> no anticipations,
frustrations is pacin' got me actin' a pyschotic mental patient,
brains racin', chasin' with hen, coke 'n rye, ain't no lie,
white chocolate ain't no bitchez guy,
u see me an think i'm shy,
in the back u peep me cuz i'm lookin' fly,
last thing u wanna do is look me in my eye,
nice blue and beautiful, full of passion, lust an anger,
so confusing you can't help but cry, ain't no laughter,
don't want no one close so i got you callin' me that BASTARD,
i've got u figured out already can't be done none faster,
u came with ur full game an still got plastered,
u just gon' face disaster tryin' 2 master me,
simply a mysterious mystery Clay be,
u finally think u got me, had me,
back to the beginning cuz u dont even know me, therefore u can't c me,
don't even bother tryin' ta show me, u ain't nothin' but a hoe ta me,

now yall know how this go when u been snuffed by a hoe, let it flow

fuck you bitch, fuck you hoe, yall cunt's can give me blow,
tired of these bitchez talkin' shit when they know they just a hoe,
FUCK YOUUU *echoes*

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