(feat. Chyna Whyte)    [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!