[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!