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White-Chocolate:
.. Against all Odds..

against all odds like being tossed infront of firing squads,
running the streets earning wads of cash,
running the streets learning to hustlin an whip a lil' ass,
u'll see me with tha gas mashed as i pass by an laugh,
another run, another blood bath,
pullin guns for fun but ignorant to the wrath,
thought i was the top dogg till some rugged mutha fuckas stepped in my path,
now gats an bats pulled, 2 bad the rookies didn't do they math,
cuz now my homey's roll'd up leavin the scene shook like Shady an Aftermath,
we continue to blast past wonderin who will last,
bullets an bodies droppin fast,
among the mess n mass there crew becomes tha outcast,  
going against all odds is just another thing of the past

White-Chocolate:
not bouncin' back but for sure you'll see me bustin' back,
i'm yelling, bring it on mutha fuckaz, bring it on,
messin wit me cuz i ain't got-no Louis Voutton on,
bring it on mutha fuckaz, bring it on,
this shit sure sounds like some shit in a Lil' Jon song but NAH your dead wrong,
bitch, i said dead wrong, mutha fuckaz its on,
i can't stop-won't stop, white-choc puttin' it down 4 hip hop,
i got it on lock down, like the G's pop on the block when they clown,
come on mutha fuckaz get down, or get on mutha fuckaz get gone

White-Chocolate:
i use to think my homeboy's came first, second and third,
until i heard the punk nerd scwobble behind my back,
what type of shit is that,
this suppose to be a friend? how am i suppose ta react?
thats the exact shit im on,
no matter what, enuff money n hoes then they B gone,
it's ashame but thats y when u see me, u'll see me ready 2 ryde n die alone,
i know its on, i'm trying to move on an slow the roam,
trying to kick my feet up an create a happy home

White-Chocolate:
*new shit* *new shit* WHAT!!

i'ma call this -"Lynch By Inch" Re-discovered-

im like brotha lynch, lyrically lych'n everytime im inch'n up on YA,
everywhere u go iz "everywhere i go",
i'm bustin down yo doo', "i break YA-loccs",
OH now what u called the cops, all i see is red an bluue,
now they "tried to shoot", they missed an for all its worth,
its the return of "spydie's birth",
now ur left to wish an hope, might as well get 2 writin ur "suicide note",
now im asking any last shouts (what?), then peace out *gun shots*


*decided to make a rap of the dope tracks i just heard of the Brotha Lynch - Lynch By Inch CD.

White-Chocolate:
still here, jus a lil somethin something


One day at a time got me thinking up in this mind & still makin this rhyme,
None of yall know what's in this head of mine,
don't even bother figuring it out either
Just sit down and take a breather,
listen ta my shit and relax, no one needs to act'z
Just chillll.. (ha-ha yuh feel)
But anyway, i'm bound to write some shit ppl will play,
they bound ta repeat and feel tha hot beat,
it's gonna be a long one in the 2G'z

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