Foxy Brown - Chyna Whyte lyrics

Chyna White.. uh.. Chyna White uh. Y'all know me right? I'm that same b**h y'all n***as want for half price Same b**h y'all n***as be blamin' all y'all problems on I'm the reason why half y'all n***as Can't even go in your moms' crib no more Uh.. I'm the type of b**h leave a n***a nose stiff And get his hoes hit, make his toes shift Tell the mans and them, look, y'all ain't have sh** 'Til y'all motherf**ers switch and smoke this sh** The reason Mike f**ed around and moped his b**h In his jones, little son Troy is loc-ed and sh** I ain't the cause of n***as with knives that tote this sh** It's when they spit cuz n***as came up real short with they sh** And I'm on a n***a like novicane, straight to the brain Shoot it up and get both his nose and toes at the same n***a's gave me nickname, Chyna, last name White Guaranteed to have your a** open first night Bad b**h, slanted eyes, powdered with white Somethin' special, not your average baddest little thing in sight I know this dude Ritz that f**ed with a b**h Get you right, matter of fact, dude could get her half price No sh**, she got a crew that ain't nothin nice, dime sh** Had y'all motherf**ers believin' that y'all can fly and sh** Matter fact Mel, used to f** a girl Trish gal Unique hit little E and bomb bags h**n Now they a**ed out, in the hood ma**ed out Gave a rex and Tim's f**ed up with they gats out Wit 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 d** n***as started stashin' things on Mother Gasten Hottest sh** to hit the streets, divide peeps Divide crew love, f** trees, now it's OZ's Small leaks and n***as with false leads and nosebleeds Vein popped, pop shells and close sales b**hes, they nose frail, got the word that coke sale Uh, flip it once you can match a n***a bail Uh, flip it twice you officially on Had the richest n***as f**ed up, kissin' your thong Mystery's on Uh, flip it three times, you straight, crib on a lake Cristal and cheese cake, co*k s**er d shake, n***as flake Huh, flip it once more, you're leary, huh Feds in your a**, skid money don't make money What happened to get money? The b**hes, the cars and brick money The spot on Bain Bridge Y'all n***as ain't claimin' sh** now, huh Y'all know me now, f**ed up in the game No love, no love.