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White-Chocolate:
been a few days, months or whatever but clever emcee's never cease up, looks like the sites back up or atleast for me ya see so her comes White-C, yall know me...

Guess who's back, back again,
W to tha C, it's White Choc baby,
Now tell a friend (a friend)
Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back
guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back..

fuck an intro, gotta start this again an spit flow,
hit it off a lil simplistic bro, y'know thats how i go,
soo..... *echoes*

i'ma let ya know i'm here,
put fear in those who ain't drunk enuff beer,
quit talkin' shit and come here,
i wanna holla somethin at yo ear,
tell ur bitch to leave from round here,
what's this bitch retarded? lookin' like britney spears,
fuck it, snap the fingers and the bitch runs near,
it's clear i'm the ladies man with this smear of lipstick on my solijah gear,
kinda ol' skool pimpin' when i swing the caddy from round the rear while gettin' head and tryin' ta steer,
shit there goes the police in my rearview mirror,
siren's screaming nearer an nearer,
po-lice face gettin' clearer an clearer,
bitch flash them titties and will be free-er-then free,
cop talkin' shit like he dont know who i be,
yells to my bitch freeze, so i holla ease-ON-up,
c'mon partner u want this gurl, whats up?
faggot told me to shut the fuck up,
then i knew i had to bust him up,
razor to the face and dude was cut up,
shit was just tryin' to help homey get a nut,
looks like our lucks run out,
more police pull up an it's a shoot out,
time to pull the straps out,
me an the bitch on the firin' route,
2 thousand 3 bonnie an clyde bustin' hot shots out the ride,
not jay-z cuz lil' bitch probably duck 'n hide,
but back to the story as we tuck out back tha ride,
*pap* *pap* cap for cap, no goin' back, man FUCK THAT!
amunition gone me an the bitch holdin' it down 2 strong,
2 deep, now i holla on the count of three leap,
she don't make it and left a heap on the street road,
almost ready to fold but holdddd up,
my boyz in the chevy rollll up 'n snatch me up,
windows bullet proof'd up, pass me the henny an a cup,
gone in the wind, letting me drop shit one more again,
just fen' to drop this story cuz i know yall need more of me,
fuck the police, i'm the glory

peace

haha sorry yall thought this shit be funny y'know how i do

White-Chocolate:
comin' again with hard sin,
ruthless raps dug up from within,
i bring a little bit more with every zing,
hate life at times but everything is everthing,
whether u rap or sing,
whether u bring the bling bling,
when u cling cling on the M I C.C.C..
yall never gon' see a more dedicated emcee then me,
unless u bring back Pac an the big homey Eazy-E,

it's not always easy to free your mind or be little the blind,
but if u wit me u gon' find a new kind when i grind,
it's always hustle everytime,
always something new in every line, with every rhyme,
i dont know how i breach for another reach of chime,
but i guess when u silent like a mime, things hit u a lil' ever-ry time,
i might be only young in my prime,
but been through a lot an escaped the crime,
maybe just one time (one time) we can rewin',
pick up on a little an make certain things fine,
close the curtains with ur lady an dine,
sippin' some crystal clear champagne 'n wine,
all the the memories that some may never see during they life line,
so i leave u with my words to remin',
the love is there incline before its gon' 'n declined,

i just wanna be happy an able 2 define life while im reclined,
a simple design to re-align the things we left behind,
when we shine without killing or taking anothers mind,
but now we assigned to confined area's,
diseased baby carrya's,
ughh lets lead a break through these barrier's,

a little bit of lyrical incite to help fight shit that ain't right

One Luv

Proph aka ..::Konztrukt::..:
tight shit dogg...fo real..thas why u get my keystyle vote



peace

White-Chocolate:
i guess yall forgot im blessed,
not the best but still i test,
puttin' out lyrical stress that got ur mind a mess,
take off that dress u a bitch in disguise,
i can see it in ur eyezzz, (ja rule sample)
i tried to told ya it's easy to spot ur liezzz,
all u hear is *pop* *pop* can't believe u surprised,
talking shit makes u an easy hit for alliez,
u know i can't deny'z it but u done fucked wit a straight ryda,
can't believe a mutha fucka stepped to meee,
dont want bitches or mon-ey,
i be collecting souls waiting to B freeee'd,
fuckin' with me best believe u gon' get gee'd,
left u dead bloody an soon to be diseased,
HIV on the blade they po-lease(police) ceased,
now i see why yall grieve after a night of fuckin' with W to tha C,
never givin' it up even after my L-I-F an E

White-Chocolate:
steep lenches i bring from the trenches,
famous players be comin' off my benches,
dont bless just pass my mentions, fuck nas,
im god son with my lyrical inventions,
my words will break the biggest tensions,
i bring this to a new level, a new dimension,
dont speak i put u on suspension,
peace and one 2 those down with lyrical lenchin's

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