[Lil Bo - Talking]   Aww yeah ya know it was real hanging out wit y'all motherfuckers   On this here album right   But this motherfucker bout over and uh   Time for me to get the hell on   Been in the studio, the motherfucking sun coming up   In this bitch, motherfucker, been in this motherfucking studio    Working hard on this motherfucking album   [Background vocals from Lil' Jon & Big Sam come in]   What up B-leech, goddamn Sleet as usual in the motherfucking studio   Kit, all the boys higher den a motherfucker   We got Tim over there fucking up shit   Ha, ha, but like I said time to get up out this album knowhaimsayin   Hope y'all enjoyed this motherfucker   It was a lot of hard work putting this bitch together   Go look out for them, LG's, my girl Chyna Whyte   And who knows what else to motherfucking expect   From the motherfucking 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, nigga why, cause they colder   Every 3 years I battle my fans thug years   Now I shed tears, nigga, 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 fuck why   Nigga I was born to die   In the club head tight off of gin and kiwi   Camouflage and dimes so the niggas can't see me   Tellin em my name Le-Le or Lisa   Breaking them walls the Visa 9-millimeter   Sha-sha click, cock it, rock it   Nothing but the Reeboks and poppin   Nuttin but motherfucking nines and    Bump, bump, you be running like Forrest Gump   Knock you on yo ass like Humpty Dump   Chyna Whyte leaves niggas in a slump, serial   Deadly like disease venereal   Game as be RD imperial   Pumpin through your stereo, nigga what you know   Ain't no log when that fo'-fo'   Ejaculate up in your fo' door   Bitch die slow, lyrical calico   Purple tablets I flow   None want war, Gambino   Emptyin clips, I rips   Motevl I flips   Words comin off the lips like Teflon's hips   IT'S ONE TIME!