Outro Chynalude
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!