white horse to ride away No more white horses For you to ride away No more white horses So you must stay Where you are Where you are No more white
army niggas is outsiders We run a train on this white bitch look like Michelle Pfeiffer I roll with a gang of niggas wild like Al Qaida, Al Qaida, yo [Chorus x2
[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] Yo I mastered the flow I know death more than Lazarus know And me defeated isn't frequent like Nazareth snow Hold ya urn into the
m hyper-cognizant of facts I'm well aware that we are barely scraping by My good intentions aren't enough to salvage that Gimme 1 gimme 2 gimme 3 4 5 Gimme more
Brown) [Hook - Sleepy Brown (Bubba)] A fifth of Beam when you celebrate (That's white thangs) I'll be fine, didn't hesitate (That's white thangs) Sippin
2: King Syze] Yeah, uh... Yo this is concrete rap, Q-Dimension pavin' the way It's a sacred day, waitin' for my patience to pay I'm a horse that graze
you won't get far I pop my trunk faster, don't make me flex on you ghetto-style like Funkmaster [Murda Mase:] Yea nigga Yo you know me l be O.T., low
' So don't make him swing that aggie, and may place he fix it 600 Horses in my engine, sittin' still fish finnin' My grand-prix on non-stoppers, H2 3
I took so long with the beat man I know you gotta make your gwop, sold it and shit, you know I ain't trippin man, I'll be back, get some more from ya
[Intro:] I don't do this for fame I don't do this for fame I don't do this for fame I don't do this for the money I don't do this for fame I don't do
chases Don't have to call, so these drug dealers won't catch cases I'm the boss, they should crown me the king of weight loss My alias is white horse,
the Ruckus 2 tears and a bucket The more they hate this, the more the fans love it And the cops can't touch it We much crook's wiser The dealer ain't
battle streets with a zebra My mechanism is more than Dionne's psychic voodoo African beads, snakeskins, cold script through you my medical passes You can't
indigenous factions It's more than just black and white, like racism Cause the face of hate appears when you face the mirror This more than people starving
Dip ridin them little itty bitty ass wheels in the town like you might see on shoppin carts If I ain't ridin mustard or mayonnaise-zinas(?) and bowed toes, (?) low on horse
steal from them both, that way I'll get more Sleep with many whores then see them no more Oh my Lord I can't wait until tour I'll march towards France
different but let's be specific [x2] [Funkmaster Flex] This is flavor right here, 60 minutes, y'all [Cool Whip] You'se just wasn't ready for real, so