Chyna

(Verse 1) Lies on my breath, I am drowning in my dread The wind is getting strong The wind is getting stronger' There's no second chance When the devils make you dance The sky is getting dark The sky is getting dark (Chorus) Can't you see, can't you see We were never meant to be It's no secret That 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 questions left to ask The tide is getting high The tide is getting higher I'm not afraid I decided on this fate It's time to face the storm It's time to face the storm (Repeat Chorus) (Bridge) You live you learn And right now my scarlet letter burns But I won't hide I'll face what's mine (Repeat Verse 1, Repeat Chorus)

Ya'll know me right? I'm that same bitch ya'll niggas want for half price Same bitch ya'll niggas be blamin' all ya'll problems on I'm the reason why half ya'll niggas Can't even go in your mom's crib no more Uh.I'm the type of bitch leave a nigga nose stiff And get his hos hit, make his toes shift Tell the mans and them, look, ya'll ain't have shit Til ya'll motherfuckers switch and smoke this shit The reason Mike fucked around and moped his bitch In his jones, little son Troy is loc'ed and shit I ain't the cause of niggas with knives that tote this shit It's when they spit cause niggas came up real short with they shit And I'm on a nigga little novicane, straight to the brain Shoot it up and get both his nose and toes at the same Nigga's gave me nickname, Chyna, last name Whyte Guaranteed to have your ass open first nigh Bad bitch, slanted eyes, powered with white Somethin' special, not your average baddest little thing in sight I know this dude, Ritz, that fucked with a bitch Get you right, matter of fact, dude could get her half price No shit, she got a crew that ain't nothin' nice, dime shit Had ya'll motherfuckers believin' that ya'll can fly and shit Matter fact Mel, used to fucka girl Trish gal Unique hit little E and bomb bags heroin Now they assed out, in the hood massed out Gave a rex and Tim's fucked up with they gats out With no love "Ill Nana, Ill Nana, I need ten dollars, Ill Nana" "Baby, I can't give you no more money" "What you mean you can't give me no money?" "Man, boy, where's my TV?" "Nana, I smoked the TV" Uh, no love, changed a few thugs, new drugs Niggas started stashin' things on Mother Gasten Hottest shit to hit the streets, divide the peeps Divide crew love, fuck trees, now it's OZ's Small leaks and niggas with false leads and nose bleeds Wein popped, pop shells and close sales Bitches, they nose frail, got the word that coke sale Uh, flip it once you can match a nigga bail Uh, flip it twice you officially on Had the richest niggas fucked up, kissin' your thong Mystery's on Uh, flip it three times, you straight, crib on a lake Crystal and cheese cake, cock sucker D shake, niggas flake Huh, flip it once more, you're leary, huh Feds in your ass, skid money don't make money What happened to get money? the bitches The cars, and brick money The spot on Bain Bridge Ya'll niggas ain't claimin' shit now, huh Ya'll know me now, fucked up in the game No love, no love

He call me his baby, his Lil Boosie, I'm like, "Wipe me down" As soon as I say, "Do it", he get to it, I'm excited now Foreign in it sitting in six digits how we ride around Money all that talk don't make a sound Broke hoe quiet down Shut it up Get a good stretch in, now run it up, uh Shitting on a weak bitch life I don't want y'all advice, not none, you ain't done enough And I know for sure, you know, you ain't got enough either Having these racks is such a reliever Bet I'm get me a check and I'm pressing Diors On these hoеs necks and they won't get a brеather Bitch if I was you, I'd hate me, too (hoe, lil' bitch, uh) Bitch if I was you, I'd hate me, too (I get it) Bitch if I was you, I'd hate me, too (bitch, I) Bitch if I was you then I'd prolly hate my fine ass, too Pulling up looking like, "Ooh, ah" And y'all look like, "Boo, uh" Bitch this shit what I do, uh Don't act brand new I be pulling up looking like, "Ooh" Now the question is, who is you? (The fuck?) Bitch if I was you then I'd prolly hate my fine ass, too (ayy, ayy) Bitch I'd hate me to (uh-huh) Got a rich side nigga and a main nigga, too Gotta buy a new body, if you calling me boo (uh-huh) Dope Boy Gang bang Slurp the pussy like a soup (uh-huh) Big Body Benz, hoes crying in the coupe (coupe) Bitch them stars in this roof (roof) That nigga lie once, then he through (The fuck? Goodbye) He buy me Gucci for this coochie (this coochie) You ain't talking money, lil' bitch, don't say it (shh, shh) Versace sheet, spread on my bed (uh-huh) He lay me down and give me head (he do) He do what I say like Simon Says I'm a bad lil' bitch, leave a nigga on read (uh-huh) Shawty tweak, poppin' meds (gone) Pussy poppin' on his leg I like them niggas with them dreads (uh-huh) Bitch if I was you, I'd hate me, too (hoe, lil' bitch, uh) Bitch if I was you, I'd hate me, too (I get it) Bitch if I was you, I'd hate me, too (bitch, I) Bitch if I was you then I'd prolly hate my fine ass, too Pulling up looking like, "Ooh, ah" And y'all look like, "Boo, uh" Bitch this shit what I do, uh Don't act brand new I be pulling up looking like, "Ooh" Now the question is, who is you? Bitch if I was you then I'd prolly hate my fine ass, too Now that I think about it Bitch if I was you I'd prolly hate the bad bitch That I see when I'm looking at me, too So fuck it, I ain't even mad Baby, go get you a bag I promise it'll make you feel different You should go get you some real business And stay the fuck up outta mine, hoe This bitch here a hustler I could find Ben Franklin under a blind fold Back-back and let a bitch get her shine on These VVS not no rhinestones Exotic car with the striker sittin' Underneath and that's all that we slide on Make me some money then make some more after that Promise that's all on my mind though Bitch if I was you, I'd hate me, too (hoe, lil' bitch, uh) Bitch if I was you, I'd hate me, too (I get it) Bitch if I was you, I'd hate me, too (bitch, I) Bitch if I was you then I'd prolly hate my fine ass, too Pulling up looking like, "Ooh, ah" And y'all look like, "Boo, uh" Bitch this shit what I do, uh Don't act brand new I be pulling up looking like, "Ooh" Now the question is, who is you? Bitch if I was you then I'd prolly hate my fine ass, too

One, two, is this on? Ha, yo Jimmy hit me with that Triple H shit (Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha) Yeah, you let the music keep playing Mr. Dunn, shit Yo, tell me whose time it is now Yeah, just kickin' it up here It's our time Yo, here comes trouble Not gonna listen to anybody Tellin' me who & what to be Not trying to be like everybody Tall & plain ain't made for me Cause I am the blind And the blind lead the blind My time, our time Our time is coming My time, our time, our time We're not looking back Cause we've had enough You don't know what trouble is All your games & politics & sissy Talk, (one time) (I am the blind, & the blind lead the blind) Mötley fools & your stupid rules (I've had enough of this) All your stupid rules (Yo, you keep your finger off the switch, Dunn) All your stupid rules Don't you understand your own Delusion? (All your stupid rules) Or don't you understand your own confusion? (All your stupid rules) Make up a fantasy in your little mind Follow the lead just like the blind lead the blind (All your stupid rules) Follow me just like the blind lead the blind, (yeah) Yeah, yo the years went by, live your lives The marks, the suits, McMahon Give us the shout We'll give ya nothing The smart one, the mellow one, the easy one Well, it's our time now (yeah) It's our time now You know it's our time now Let the truth set you free Ha, Yo Dunn Keep your finger off the switch It's our time It's our time (I've had enough of this) It's our time -mother fucker- ah (I've had enough of this Yo, I've had enough of this) Who, who's sleeping with who around here? (I've had enough of this You know, I've had enough of this) (I've had enough of this) Yeah, the years went by Lived your lives The Marks, The Suits, McMahon Give us the show, we'll give ya nothing The smart one, the responsible one, the easy one, the mellow one Well, it's our time It's our time (yo they will) It's our time It's our time -mother fucker- ah (You will, mark my words, find out, what trouble is) Yo, tell me somethin' Who's sleeping with who? Does anybody know who's sleeping with who?