a lil new, a lil old

[White-Chocolate]

Yall gon' feel this,
it's funny how when you need help to focus, it blows up, like hocus pocus, bogus thoughts, thought out till ur mind busts out like a dust drout on the paper of some lame one hit caper unable to keep up on his paper,
its time for that shit to get hit up on a contract, time to sign that,
make your skrilla (gotta make that skrilla) times are gettin reala,
i know this so i feel ya when ur stackin cheddar,
it ain't matter if u from sardis or vedder,
where-ever it is, it's gon' get better, this yall letter,
header on down an dip through my strip,
we chillin' but ain't nobody packin' empty clips on they hips,
but we'd rather get ill tippin' OE to our lips then bust clips,
no need to trip unless its on the highway to somewhere, where?
cuz IM aware theres a place out there,
even tho when i look around all i see is stares n glares,
this bullshit got me ready to flare,
yall mutha fuckaz best beware of what ppl tell ya is out there,
play it kool and dont act a scare,
stare ur enemies in they face 'n put ur pistol in the air, yea, I dont care (care) creative raps is rare, so no need to tear out your hair..
scream WE DON'T GIVE A FUCK, WE DON'T GIVE A FUCK (what!)
We don't care, Hates out there, can't ya smell that shit in the air...

peace

[White-Chocolate]

doesn't look like there has been much activity on here since the last time i visited so i figure i will drop something

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u think u've seen lyrical fits,
well u ain't seen nothing till u seen me takin' fat shits on fat chicks,
upset cuz i ain't give em no dick,
all flubbery an sick,
damn Nelly how can u like em thicky thicky thick,
that shits sour like ick:S
that shits to big to lick,
ain't no way im gon' hit, thats it, bitch face it
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haha sorry just thought i'd drop some comedy for yall

[T.J.]

^^thanks for makin me laugh  

[White-Chocolate]

^^thanks for makin me laugh  

haha anytime, thanks for the comment

[White-Chocolate]

ya it's yo brother with another one of them lyrically get downs for ya to smother.

Enough of the fun n games,
its time to get my name back in the game,
my aim in this game is to supply my allies with truth not lies,
all u spies that depise me n deny me,
playin lies on me are still fly to me but if u wanna make it G,
u better get ur ride or die sweater,
its gon' be ruff n if u don't stay mind tuff u gon' get stuffed in a casket,
don't fuck with plastic, get the cash legit,
u never know when u gon' get hit, it's crazy how shit splits in an instant, inconsistant thoughts have u at a distance,
so persistant it's got the innocence of infants existance in the presence,
its felt hard enough to melt hearts leavin' welts,
like an accident without seat belts, now how's ppl's lifes dealt,
get ur money belt but don't forget to strap ur safety belt,
we don't need anymore hearts melted
... just something on the real...
... just a little somethin i wanted to spill,
... Ya im back with the real,
I hope yall feel the real deal

a bit loose but i was fiendin to drop somethin,
u know i keep it poppin'

[White-Chocolate]

Just bumpin' some Pac an Eazy so i thought of this an haven't dropped in a bit

I bring the ill noiZe, wit my boyz, settin up decoys,
drivin' roys (rolls) royce on 20 inch alloyz,
how u like my noiZe,
got ya froze hoez tryna get with my bro'z i mean us pro'z,
u'll never hear the beats i chose froze i mean freeze,
ull just hear some thug shit at ease,
big up 2 eazy-e an all the real g's,
big up to Pac packin' glocks, (RIP) got thug life on lock,
to bad time goes by tick tock,
they hits will never stop even with new shit on drop,
i ain't tryna knock the new one's up, cuz it's our turn 2 creep up on tha come up,
one luv

[B LOW]

  WORD UP HOMMIE,

I see your still bustin raps,madd props B

 

[White-Chocolate]

^^ thanks B, i hope to see u droppin' some lines in here or just droppin some shit, peace

[White-Chocolate]

To The Top is where u'll see this performa,
then i'll out perform ya,
make ya the next bench warma 4 for the dude that sings informa,
jusss, writtin this 2 warn ya,
jusss, warmin up 2 storm ya,
lyrics so lethal they'll swarm ya,
so hard they'll deform ya like a transforma

just a little somethin new from me to u, peace

[White-Chocolate]

just was listening to G-Unit - I'm So Sorry and thought of this...


looking for some gurls to hug,
aint wastin no thug passion but ill still have em screamin an gaspin,
if they cute they be gigglin an laughin now its time to pass em,
love to love em then leave em,
never tease em cuz i'd rather be pleased by em,
(haha) im sooo sorry, bitches ain't shit ta men,
i'm sooo sorry...
i wanna take the time out to apologize to you guys that we took ur gurls,
(haha) im sooo sorry...
well actually im not cuz i love the glory but u understand tha story

[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