Ughh, gimme some Ughh, yeah, yeah, yeah, heh Ughh, get sticky with it Ughh, get your name back Not that, ughh Nigga wanna lay up on my couch, watchin
[beanie seigel] Ughh, ughh, yeah This is beanie seigel That philly cat playin' wit that silly rap Put your weight up, not your hate up, niggas Y'all know
[Pretty Boy] My peoples is watching you, watching me Lots of envy and hate is what it got to be I heard you tryin' to destroy my whole monopoly But if
case for spittin' in a mother fuckers' face Me and my ace, crunk calicos strapped to the waist A hundred in the clit' blastin' What cha'll motherfuckers eyein' me fo? Alias Chyna
money? The spot on Bay bridge, y'all niggas ain't clamin' shit now huh Y'all know me now, fucked up in the game, no love, no love Chyna white Chyna white Chyna
You know, Boogie Brown How you expect me to love you? Nigga I can't even trust you So he played you, right? Shot a little game then he blazed you, right
Let's do it, we're startin' Uh, come on boogie boogie, uh uh Lets do it, let's do it, DMX, come on I been playin' bitches all my life, from that hoe
[Intro] Bust your guns, uh, uh, yeah Bonnie and Clyde shit You hear me? Smell me? (That's right, you know?) I'mma take this one straight to the top And
Why don't ya'll take a look into my life? See what I see At the age of fourteen, introduce to coops Learnin' how to seduce niggaz, takin' they loot Quickly
Let's get it hype, nigga Let's get it crump Yeah, yeah, yeah Pass me them Swisher sweets, let's get it crump If a nigga disrespect me, I'mma prove my
Hello? Hello? Bitch Ey yo, who is this? You ain't know me but I know you This is fuckin' Baby Mother Put yo man on the phone What? Bitch, you heard
Hmm uuh ahh (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? (Tramp) Whatchu call me? Home girls, attention you must pay So
Uhh Guess who's back uhh Yeah, uhh Aiyyo rhyme or crime, let's get it on MC's wanna eat me but it's Ramadan Peep what's on the arm, when it's ice it'
wildin' fo'? Who you stylin' fo'? And the truth is he fuckin' with the deuce kid (Uhh) He don't know that I stick a move Get him right for that Chyna
Nigga the, ready to carry nigga? Tighter ass Yea, hunh you like tighter Oh yea Oh ya bustin' that hole Hole, hole, hole Bustin' that your motherfuckin
[Pretty Boy] Yo Fox and $hort, yo Don't let that pretty shit fool you, yo I ain't pay that bitch phone bill [Foxy] This is for all my ballin' ass bitches
I'm your Chyna girl Don't you know Don't you know That it's time for me to go It's no secret That I'm your Chyna girl (verse 2) No turning back No
Chyna Black is like an open road Takes me places releases my soul Ain't it funny how life goes Takes a turn through a journey unknown No hesitation,
