Chyna Doll

[intro]
(nigga, uh)
Yeah, huh (nigga uh)
Why don't ya'll take a look into my life?
See what i see
(nigga uh, nigga, nigga, nigga uh)

At the age of fourteen, introduce to coops
Learnin' how to seduce niggaz takin' they loot
Quickly, got involved with this money lifestyle
The finer things, all kinda things, power, money
Cars and diamond rings, and nice braids, flaunt it
The gucci boots with the g's on it
A high price for this 'high price' life

While i'm on tour is my man cheatin' just for spite?
And if you only knew i hold my minks at nights with cheap
Or no other hands can hold me right
My girls ain't the same, guess it's cuz the fame
Bitches smile in my face and throw dirt on my name
Mad cuz i made it, now friends intimidated
Hate it that i'm in the same game as them
With mo' fame than them, they know who they are
This life is no joke, got us havin' to broke

You was my sister, who used to dream together
How we could make it real big, do our thing together
Huh, thelma & louise together, remember them days?
Them niggas we played? now we don't even speak
Went our seperate ways, seperate lives
Lost friendship for pride, playin' the game
About to forfeit high price life, i can't afford it

1 - my life, do ya feel what i feel?
My life, a black girl's ordeal my life
Do ya see what i see?
Have you been where i've been?
Can you go where i go?

My life
Do ya'll know what it feels like?
Do ya'll know what it be like?
Do ya see what i see?
Have you been where i've been?
Can you go where i go?

Daddy's girl, in his wildest dreams
Said he think that lil' ing will be illest in this rap-thing
Age 4 in my mother's shoes, swore i could sing
And even as a little girl i was doin' my thing
Uh, confused, i ain't asked to be born
Nigga so dumb, shoulda used a condom
Ask mommy every day, when daddy gon' come?
But he never showed up

I would pimp for them, became demented, then men?
Resented them, just the scent of 'em made me earl
'specially the baller ones tryin' to buy me with pearls
All i needed was love, all i wanted was love

Lack of love had me fallin' for thugs
The niggas who ain't care, just like daddy
If he ain't care, why should they?
For this 'high price' life, it's the price i pay

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All my girls cross the world that feel what i feel
Hearts bruised, then been way i been, keep it movin'
Let him do his thing, i'm the one he's lovin'
I'm here to show ya'll, havin' a kid ain't meanin' nuthin'

That ain't keepin' him, 'specially if he in love with another chick
Then you stuck with the 'babymother-shit'
Don't be lovin' niggas more than yaself
Let 'em roam, a dog always finds his way home

Shit, ya'll don't wanna take my place, cashin' cases
Spit in faces, i never seem falsely accused
While some say it's rude
But if i was a dude, they all be amused
But i'm a woman, so i'm a bitch, simple as that
Double-standards, call him a mack, call me a hoe
Say i'm in it for the dough, but tell me
What tha fuck he in it for?

Wanted it all, now it's all mine
Loneliness, sorrow, confusion and pain
Nightmares, headlines, "rapper found slain"
If it wasn't for my moms i'd drown in this pain
Now ya'll see what it's like, ya'll don't wanna be me
Cuz it ain't always what it seem on tv
Shit, but this is my '9 to 5' ya'll
Sometimes i wanna slit my wrist and end my life ya'll

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[foxy]
Ughh, let me show ya how it go down
When you get three of the illest bitches
Together on one track
And we all got attitudes

1 - i'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(with an attitude)
I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(with an attitude)
I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(with an attitude)
I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(with an attitude)

I gotta case for spittin' in a mother fuckers' face
Me and my ace, crunk calicos strapped to the waist
A hundred in the clit' blastin'
What cha'll motherfuckers eyein' me fo?
Alias chyna white, gangsta boo on my right
And mia x to my left, why y'all motherfuckers thugged up
44 bulldogs and tear the whole motherfuckin' club up
(tear the club up, feel me? uh)

I sets motherfuckin' friends for bitches
Make 'em feel shit, real bitches recognize real shit
Only one bitch put it down like this
See this shiny ass shit on my wrist?
See them shiny ass shoes on my six?
And i know ya'll know them thug ass do to my clique
When it's beef, na na stash this heat for all y'all asses
My bitches roll them nats since gats is popular
We 5-7 droppin' ya
It ain't no limit for my three bitch mafia

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[mia x]
A certified hairdresser (mama mia)
Known on the streets for drama
When my bitches meet some heat they call mama
And i'm comin', gunnin' everything up in my way
But it ain't always gotta be about the gunplay
I gots to say (for real)
My right and left aka dumb hoe beaters
Black-sizin' while his jaws, y'all know mia
A street bitch 'bout street shit
They ain't no attitives in this bitch
I live this raw dog
To all y'all backstabbin', two-face motherfuckers
Double talk and get y'all crunched in both your dick suckers
I buy the ruckus aye' day, whatchu gon' do 'bout the crew
Cuz my clique's all true, true niggas, true game, true paper
Keepin' up with us, trust the true then break it
Take the shit outside or start it in the club now
Y'all gon' tear it up then i'mma shut the bitch down

[gangsta boo]
Die bitches, everywhere you go
Bitches is dyin', bitches been dyin' for over 400 years

[fox]
I'm a mother fuckin' bitch
(with an attitude)

[gangsta boo]
I live a rich life nigga so that makes me undefined
Got them bitches mad cuz your niggas is all mine
So, i guess that means i'm just the shit
Straight up blaze, the wrong lady to fucked wit
You lay your ass on the fuckin' ground, don't speak!
Watch i'll bloody up you seat, leave your ass all nice and sweet
On your monkey ass, when you take the mask, try to run with mass
Go down, infra-red on your monkey ass
Gangsta boo be wit it, what the fuck you tryin' to do?
Your power ranger crew scared of us
We thought we told you, we coming through tearin' clubs up
Bitch in the reins yellin' hit a motherfucker
And give her the damn thangs

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Real bitches don't die

[intro]
Let's get it hype, nigga
Let's get it crump
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[eightball]
Pass me them swisher sweets, let's get it crump
If a nigga disrespect me i'mma prove my shit and dump
Blast ryhmes like i pump, turn your belly to jelly
Veteran mc, i don't think you rookies is ready
Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal wit
I run with suave, always packin' something to kill with
Feel this bitch, when i get rich i'mma still hustle
Go down in history, paper taller then bill russel
Kilo flows, i got 'em hid in the basement
Choppin boys up, on some puttin' it in they face shit
Eight ball, f-a-t m-a-c-k, known for layin' it down
And doin' shit the playa way
Callabo's of the dough ain't no secret
Space-age pimpin' means i don't do free shit
Time waits for no one, it ain't gon' wait for me
Yours truly, signed eightball and mjg

[mjg]
1 - all my hard core niggas, what you want to do?
My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do?
All my money making bitches if you ride with me
I'mma pimp 'till i die and i'mma ride for free

Now where them real bitches at
Where them real bitches at
Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?

And where my buck niggas at
Where my buck niggas at
Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on

[foxy brown]
I ain't new to this
Damn nice bitch that's true to this
Money ain't never been a thing to me
Always stack my dough, holla back (uh)
Ass fat, thighs thick, titties perfect
Inhale the cheese from here to tel aviv
Y'all know it, shit i don't bluff
And no dough? i dont fuck 'em
Fuck i'mma fake for?
Make mine's, i'mma take yours
Cuz i'm no nigga like love b'fore
Make bitch scream like, gimme some more
If a nigga broke, what'd you fuck him for?
Waste of time
It's like we playette minds
Dont stop, get it get it
Bitches, take it from a real motherfuckin' pro
Y'all get that dough, we don't trust these niggas
They gon' pimp if you let them
From ny to the dirty south
And them bitches' dime tight
I got my mind right
And my ice got the shine right
And if it don't blind bitches
When them lights hit the wrist?
You won't be sticking shit
You be lickin' this

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[mjg]
I'm the pimp motherfucker, baby
Ice cold, stories so high
I pimp the whole village twice
So tight fold crease right on the president's nose
Pimp clothes, drinkin straight henney'and buckstrum
Touch toed, hoes take a centerfold pose
Break a treat, make 'em pay to enter those
Pros, slam those
Game tied tight like bows, we never close
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four
Hand chose bithces a la mode, gettin' sold
Plus a load of killer, as chronic gettin' blowed
Keep it froze, tucked up in a tupperware bowl
Stick of gold, somethin' from the school of the old
Forever flows, i take it down as deep as it can go
Burn rolls, braids tight, blazed afros
We're pushin' hoes
Dicks get erect like poles, pay the toll
Mjg is in control

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[juvenile]
Peep dis', you and them boys need to slow down
Up in the morning in the court, it's 'bout to go down
There's no remorse now, better expose rounds
Them jackets be on the lose until the dope is found
Juvenile's my name, bitch
I represent it to the end, the same shit
Niggers don't be wearin suits on theses blocks
All you see is your boys and reeboks
A thin hat to the back with a strap too
Willin' to bust a nigga ass if he had to
If you feel the same my nigger, you's a hot boy
Blocka, blocka, blocka
Better get up off the block, boy
Call for the cops, boy your mommy or pops, boy
Cash wasn't a million, never hit the spot boy
You want props ha, you sold to the cops ha
You in a cell block ha, cuz you too hot ha

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[mjg]
Where the real ones at? be-atch...
Oh, you know how we feel
About all you 'wanna be' ass ghetto super stars
Wanna be like 'me ass" niggas
Tryin' to be like foxy brown bitches
I give a fuck about your intermureal status, motha fucka
You ain't nobody
We been doing this, been doin' this shit
We go way back with this baby
Talkin' about this real shit on the mutha fuckin' microphone
Pimps and hoes and gettin' money
Tricks and hoes and fuckin'
Mutha fuckin' clothes and shit ridin' vogues and shit
Nigga riding on 20's and shit
Nigga what chu got?
Brand new-assed nigga
You don't know nothin' about this game
Come on

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Typed by: ryan@cybercities.com, janis@betatesters.com

[pretty boy]
Yo fox and $hort, yo
Don't let that pretty shit fool you, yo
I ain't pay that bitch phone bill

[foxy]
This is for all my ballin' ass bitches
All over, worldwide
Shake them thighs for them hots
For all my niggas on every street corner
That's right, love y'all niggas

1 - [t$] this is for the baller bitch, you all a bitch
My nigga's never call her bitch, we all be rich
[fox] so $hort, what you mean?
[t$] i bet i be a poor girl's dream
More money than she ever seen

[fox] this is for the baller cats, all the cats
That want a bitch to lay on her back
The hell with that
[t$] so fox what you mean?
[fox] bet i be a poor nigga's dream
More money than he ever seen

[too-short]
Yo, yo, kiss the projects goodbye
I'mma change you bitch
I'mma have niggas thinkin you a famous bitch
Here's the keys to the benz, but don't start the car
If you good i'mma let you park the car
From a straight broke-ass to a baller-bitch
They got no other choice but to call you rich
I got hella fly ladies, never cry ladies
Those cheat-on-they-man type tell a lie ladies
Diamond rings, platinum chains
Tell 'em "baller bitch" when they ask your name
I say strut that strut, walk that walk
Pop that shit, talk that talk
Hold your head high, be proud of this life
Pray to god that you never fall out of this life
'cause it's much more better than all world scenes
Bitch, open up your eyes, it's a poor girl's dream

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[foxy]
Kiss that jail shit goodbye, i'mma lace you, nigga
I'mma have bitches thinkin' you a famous nigga
Blaze the keys to the crib, have you lovin' this life
And bitches, ain't nothing fuckin' with a thug in your life
And them frontin' ass niggas who be caught in the hype
Like they ot and ain't sold a drug in they life
I got husslin' ass niggas, thuggin' ass niggas
Always on some shit, never trust them ass niggas
Bust your guns niggas cop your ones
And tell them "big baller" when you flash it once
Nigga lock the bar down
Show these cats how it's done
Then slide through the hood and go fuck with your duns

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[foxy]
Call me what you want, i been heard the worst
And if it's cris' in this bitch
Bet i'm poppin' it first
And if the 700's come, i'll be coppin' it first
So whenever you see some hot shit i'm rockin' it first

[too-short]
Shit, droppin' a verse
The pot in 'em choppin' it first
Basically when i ride-by, i'm hurtin' them worse
So now boo, what you gonna do?
You see how quick i got you
That's how quick i will drop you

Repeat 1

Uh-huh uh, uhh
Guess who's back! uhh
Yeah, uhh, uhh

Verse one:

Aiyyo! rhyme or crime, let's get it on
Mc's wanna eat me but it's ramadan
Peep what's on the arm, when it's ice it's ice
When i'm right, i'm right, when you're wrong, you're wrong
I'm the bomb, records is platinum, skin is bronze
Flows all night like vintage dom
Been this nice since umm, the first prince bomb
Before "the artist was known as" wit my grown ass
Haters said it won't last, know how many birds i flown past
Celly on roam, full belly, first class
And i don't play, i watch them pockets
Know y'all niggaz go broke after you cop them watches
See you in the club, no bub' nigga pop it
Then you wanna fuck, give it up nigga, not this
My coat is ostrich, flow is the hottest
You ain't got dough, you can't go with the fox bitch

Chorus: foxy brown

You can catch me at the hot spot cause i fox, i plots
At the bar y'all, all night, i pops
Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it
This is our world, me and my girls
You can catch me at the hot spot, i fox, i plots
At the bar y'all, all night, i pops
Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it
This is our world, me and my girls

Verse two:

Yo! cats bustin out the six, cash flushin out the niggaz
Platinum heart in half hangin 'tween the two tit-ties
Scheme on your team, lookin over graph pictures
Pick the finest, then i put it on the minors
Love, after the club, meet me at the diner
So you can bring your boys, we got ten cars behind us
Order a steak, a glass of oj to break-fast
Hop in the car and head straight up eighth ave.
The night is young, i'm likin son
Either he don't have one, or his wife is dumb
His whole hand numb, nigga iced his thumb
Pull up my tights some, enticin him
You can handle the work, i'll play wit it
Til he curve and swerve nigga, stay wit it
Bitches in the club they, hated it
Cause i put my mack down then i, skated it

Chorus

Verse three:

You can catch me at the expo', jacob jav
Knocking jigga out the navigator, layin back, i stay in that
Me fallin off? imagine that, it's not the case
I'm _sittin on top of the world_ like brandy and mase
You wanna, buy me a drink, nigga hand me a case
Big ballin bitch, i want all of this shit
Six amg's with the spoiler kit
Chromes from the fac', phones front and back
Coco, flow, niggaz is wantin that
Out they vehicles, niggaz is bumpin that
I heard you wanna stop fox, tell me how so
I got that new york, to the dirty south flow
Whole album hot, even the outro
This time around i'm tryin to do about fo'
This is for my niggaz and bitches who count dough
And y'all in the club i make em bounce

Chorus

Hot spot (pause), bar y'all (pause)
Alright (pause), our world (pause)
Hot spot (pause), bar y'all (pause)
Alright (pause), our world (pause)