作曲 : Martin, Shaw, Smith Aww yeah ya know it was real hanging out wit y'all mother*********s On this here album right But this mother********* bout over and uh Time for me to get the hell on Been in the studio, the mother******g sun coming up In this *************, mother*********, been in this mother******g studio Working hard on this mother******g album[Background vocals from Lil' Jon & Big Sam come in] What up B-leech, goddamn Sleet as usual in the mother******g studio Kit, all the boys higher den a mother********* We got Tim over there ******g up *************t Ha, ha, but like I said time to get up out this album knowhaimsayin Hope y'all enjoyed this mother********* It was a lot of hard work putting this ************* together Go look out for them, LG's, my girl Chyna Whyte And who knows what else to mother******g expect From the mother******g BME ya little Biatch[Chorus x2][Chyna Whyte] It's one time for my soldiers on the front line Strapped with AKs, and car bombs With K-nine blood lines It's one time for my killers on the front line Strapped P-nines and semi-autos Actin like it's no tomorrow[Chyna Whyte] To survive in this world makes me a soldier Cause I wear Reeboks, ************* why, cause they colder Every 3 years I battle my fans thug years Now I shed tears, *************, I ain't happy here Like pot, so I blow herb thinking it'll stop the pain When I come down I'll still be left with the strain So I stay high so my eyes can stay dry And I don't give a ************* why ************* I was born to die In the club head tight off of gin and kiwi Camouflage and dimes so the *************s can't see me Tellin em my name Le-Le or Lisa Breaking them walls the Visa 9-millimeter Sha-sha click, ********* it, rock it Nothing but the Reeboks and poppin Nuttin but mother******g nines and Bump, bump, you be running like Forrest Gump Knock you on yo ass like Humpty Dump Chyna Whyte leaves *************s in a slump, serial Deadly like disease venereal Game as be RD imperial Pumpin through your stereo, ************* what you know Ain't no log when that fo'-fo' ********* up in your fo' door ************* die slow, lyrical calico Purple tablets I flowNone want war, GambinoEmptyin clips, I ripsMotevl I flipsWords comin off the lips like Teflon's hips IT'S ONE T IME!
作曲 : Martin, Shaw, Smith Aww yeah ya know it was real hanging out wit y'all mother*********s On this here album right But this mother********* bout over and uh Time for me to get the hell on Been in the studio, the mother******g sun coming up In this *************, mother*********, been in this mother******g studio Working hard on this mother******g album[Background vocals from Lil' Jon & Big Sam come in] What up B-leech, goddamn Sleet as usual in the mother******g studio Kit, all the boys higher den a mother********* We got Tim over there ******g up *************t Ha, ha, but like I said time to get up out this album knowhaimsayin Hope y'all enjoyed this mother********* It was a lot of hard work putting this ************* together Go look out for them, LG's, my girl Chyna Whyte And who knows what else to mother******g expect From the mother******g BME ya little Biatch[Chorus x2][Chyna Whyte] It's one time for my soldiers on the front line Strapped with AKs, and car bombs With K-nine blood lines It's one time for my killers on the front line Strapped P-nines and semi-autos Actin like it's no tomorrow[Chyna Whyte] To survive in this world makes me a soldier Cause I wear Reeboks, ************* why, cause they colder Every 3 years I battle my fans thug years Now I shed tears, *************, I ain't happy here Like pot, so I blow herb thinking it'll stop the pain When I come down I'll still be left with the strain So I stay high so my eyes can stay dry And I don't give a ************* why ************* I was born to die In the club head tight off of gin and kiwi Camouflage and dimes so the *************s can't see me Tellin em my name Le-Le or Lisa Breaking them walls the Visa 9-millimeter Sha-sha click, ********* it, rock it Nothing but the Reeboks and poppin Nuttin but mother******g nines and Bump, bump, you be running like Forrest Gump Knock you on yo ass like Humpty Dump Chyna Whyte leaves *************s in a slump, serial Deadly like disease venereal Game as be RD imperial Pumpin through your stereo, ************* what you know Ain't no log when that fo'-fo' ********* up in your fo' door ************* die slow, lyrical calico Purple tablets I flowNone want war, GambinoEmptyin clips, I ripsMotevl I flipsWords comin off the lips like Teflon's hips IT'S ONE T IME!
