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Sunday, May 31, 2009
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Current mood:  focused
Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes
Verse: I need a square girl you know a straight chick That I can trust Forthright 1 faced Never lie to me or use Knavery sincere scrupulous mami ride wit me I got quantity what I want is quality unpretentious and carries on modestly And auxiliary Never to the contrary I'm at the point Im bout to choose who I'm gone marry To play the back up while ya man stacks bucks See Jay See B Yeah thats us Stay a true blue And I got you Gucci Lex G 3 brand new Be loyal Be spoiled You're royal She soiled I'm company man And your part of the plan unswerved and devoted I am to...
Hook: Platinum ways baby As we get paid off Platinum ways baby And the hatin don't fade me Platinum ways baby Yes we stay paid from Platinum ways baby And were balling like crazy
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Saturday, May 30, 2009
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Current mood:  jedi
Hook: Call me a nigga wit a attitude I take the 5th ain't gotta talk to you I see shady things that you fools do Like harassing dudes Just for passing thru Call me a nigga wit a attitude
I take the 5th ain't gotta talk to you
I see shady things that you fools do
Like harassing dudes
Just for passing thru Call me a nigga wit a ah ah
Verse:
Here we go again pulling ova to the right
I hear the signal
See the ruby and sapphire lights
It's not a shock
Or a sport
But I know the drill
Engine off
I.D. out
Hands on the steering wheel
No sir
Yes sir
I'm visiting a friend
I know its late
Do I have to tell you where I've been
I'm not intoxicated
Registrations up to date
Now he's checking me for warrants
But ya boy is straight
He can't believe I'm in a snow white murcielago
Pitch black leather guts
Yea I know it sucks
I guess the black and white attracts cuz they always follow
It's a fact nigga trust
But I'm neva cuffed
Another dry run
Tryna catch a fly one
I laugh at the pistol on his hip
He should see my gun
A business card is the only thing I'll offer you
Cuz I aint got no information mr officer
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Thursday, May 28, 2009
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Current mood:  cold
Category: Life
I love it when you try to put yourself on a pedalstel Mister got it all together Nigga whatever I can see thru your bullshit It stinks like skunk weed Your'e all talk wit a twinkie boy walk You're so funny gee Posing extra hard like you a boss or something I wudda showed you mercy but I'm sick of your frontin Like you got ho's Chasing dirty rats spending up all ya scratch online tryna find you a horny match Daydreaming sleeper Capn save em and wish u played em Then get made about the money that you burned and the time you gave em U fukin hater instigator Always asking for favors Oh. U a boss cuz making a lil paper Less than 20 K o.k. Are you fa real or for play Do u even want me to reveal where you stay I guess we got a lot in common yeah Mutual fuck ups I got ya number like death So shut the fuck up I sympathize wit you at times You always slandering mines To improve your self image Thats fine I can smell the funk Your just an animated scared punk Baby boy sweet and low moma's lil pride and joy Imposta U need to get ya head cracked like a lobsta Ur technique is sweet Ur not a thug or a mobsta Fuck a left I'll let your weak heart and lungs drop ya U Homo
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Thursday, May 28, 2009
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Current mood:  enraged
Category: Life
Im dangerous? Yeah Im dangerous Fuck you Your chin is where you can hang my nuts Im dangerous? Of course Im dangerous Im thinking of shoving kitchen knife right thru my guts
What? No more to say. Go head and just run away There's a game called russion rullete You wanna play Blame on it on edmund, barbara, kent and tamara The Jehovah witness cult The meetings Oh what a horror The lies the disquise the mental manipulation Had me living like a chump afraid belleving in satan They'll probally call the police or throw me out in the streets Say I'm in need of medication But what I need is a peace Maker body shaker lighter fluid and matches Pull the trigger while I'm on fire And dissapear like a hat trick I wonder what It would feel like to drink a bottle of clorox Then take a piss or shit would I vomit Naw I should stop But fa real you say Im a dangerous dude Your just a snake So bite me You fagot actor I'm only tryna be nice see Well heres a fifty fifty chance Will I do it or not I'll just make sure im ready the next time you throw my mind in a knot And I dont have health insurance no dr is gonna save me I'm sure mom will say I was ill, sick, crazy The brothers at the hall will say awwww now thats ashame His life is in gods hands no one living should take the blame The situation would be hush taboo and spiritualy sensitive The fact is earth was an accident and were not meant to live Give me an old english 800 8 ball and a horn A piece of chore boy This could get dangerous now you've be warned A tightly twisted blunt Yeah I'm throwing it all away I might not be here tomorow so I might as well do it today These are dangerous words and uh dangerous thoughts But know one reads these diaries So I'm dangerous? Not!! The bible is dangerous The belief in god is a hoax Your mind is playing a trick on itself if you see a ghost If you're a christian your probally thinking this dude signed his certificate Fuck it I'm ready to go I tried life and I'm sick of it.
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Wednesday, May 27, 2009
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Current mood:  forgotten
Category: Life
I feel like dying Lifes not worth trying God doesn't exist Why do these religions keep lying There's no heavenly hope Or paradise in the sky Hell fire is just a threat To keep the hopeless in line I wish a bus would jump the curve Give me what I deserve Peace Eternal sleep Cuz I'm tired and weak I should threaten a cop wit a black water pistol Make him pull out his issue And blow holes thru my tissue Or go sky diving and forget to pull the chute Close my eyes, hope to die and call the act a random fluke Goodbye world I'll find an escape and be a fugitive End up as a memory of some fella that use to live They ignore my existense and take it for granted Treat me like I'm invisible. Not here on this planet I'm hurt and need a pill Broke and dont need a will Just a young drug addict I wish the cocaine would kill They say I'm dangerous and I agree All I need is a quiet place, one shot And I promise I'll end the misery No emergency calls, counseling, or three day holds Gonna stop the cynide cocktail or loud explode One way or another Slashed wrist, shocked or smothered I'll leave behind a sister, mother and a satisfied brother Quickly forgotten Burn me My life story is rotten Just a waste Of delivery time, money and space
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Monday, May 18, 2009
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Current mood:  bored
Dont flatter urself U should be mad at urself U got used then disposed of now you need help If think that u can do better why u settle 4 less So what a fat trick spoiled you I aint impressed It's disapointing when u underestimate my intellgince Forcing u to take deal when I present all the evidence Its a closed case cold game bold face no shame I'll leave a rat strung out like cocaine I feel a black berry storm ahead The forcast is i'm gonna see enormous feds Rain down let it pour let it flood thru the streets in the form of a black maybach when I creep out the back door Now what you think I need a strap for Plus I dont drink cuz i'm know to act an asshole Im here strictly for one thing than I'm gone your names not important to get stored in my phone only in town for one night and i just might Take you and girl back to my room if she looks right Matter fact naw I changed my mind There's more productive things that I can do wit my time Its so precious and when it's gone I'll never get it back Boy you better keep up cuz aint no chasing that.
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Saturday, May 16, 2009
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Current mood:  vibrant
Geeaa!!! You know that I got it Be my guess try to stop it And every topic is the bomb when I drop it I hit the bottom line Ground breaking stones that shine You'll go blind from envy wit your eyes focused on mine Stay devoted to my advancement These aspirations are key To how I increase this mental enhancement Thoughts are magetized Giving birth to an internal drive Yes. I'm doing more than staying alive What you're getting is unlimited Versatile and infinite You'll probally pass out from a whiff of it This pontency is dangerous Like angel dust Sending niggas to heaven aint a thang to us My attitude is everythang My esteem is off the fuckin chain An arrogant bastard you'll love to hang And I aint holding my tounge These e-thugs wanna know where Im from I'll throw it up now we can get dumb No I aint even wit the one on ones You getting jumped broke down and stumped Tossed in the back of a trunk Now ask you ask yourself is this what you really want Or I can easily get the pistols and dump (Auto Glock 17 Shots) Cross your heart and hope to die when hollow points fly Im untouchable Balling is the only thing for us to do Swag maxxed out On a cali cash route Did it up north Now lets do it down south M.O.B. it's all platonic Baby I'm just being honest Since I'm not virgin There's no urgency to get up on it Focused on a bigger picture That a grow my business richer Ho I'm not a simp And your vaginas just a body fixture Bitch!!! And I'll say it again Connessione is out here playing to win Shit I aint waiting for friends They gon see me drive away in benz Black on Black wit the limosuine tints (Sarcastic Comment) Why even try to pretend I've been hated on by many of men That I forgave Then they did it again Now I'm taking left hooks to the chin I'm a grenade and california just pulled the pin. (Explosion)
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Thursday, May 14, 2009
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Current mood:  fabulous
The decision to succeed is a simplistic deed I feel free the truth is in me now we all can breath I'm living life to the fullest and I'll never let it go All thats important is I'm happy cuz money is a joke Now I strive to be wise steering clear of the traps Like thinking politics gon change cuz the presidents black And I admit there's a part of me thats filled wit hate So everyday I pray and beg for God to help me escape Cuz there's a war out here Plus more out here Including unforseen events that I'm sure I'll bare However I focus clearly on the steps ahead And leave the past where it is it's a path I fled And I wont be decieved by the devil in disquise If you need a testimony here I am still I rise From the weed filled air Crack rock spots Drunk in public nights Getting handled by the cops Lets ride
All the negative commentary on the present state of affairs Got me on my knees head to the air They say the end is getting close The world is getting ghost Armageddons round the corner And Satans doing the most So we pop bottles And put it all on the lotto Bitches gold dig And niggas hustle for models Now is the few dollars and sex Worth loosing out on respect Didn't you know that this shit was test I can save myself but I can't save the world Thats busy chasing vain pursuits and material girls Got my soldiers off tract now I'm fighting alone A king wit out a queen victory is my own Making my rivals bow down and surrender the crown Then I'll clown Getting the last laugh Look at me now Ha ha ha... My strategy is complete It's unique And its sweet So follow me U should roll wit the fleet Lets ride
The say the man with experience leaves with the cash I got it all And the benifit is Im gon ball Like La Bron Imma beast If you reach Imma teach And leave a stain on your brain like Clorox bleach You'll wake up feeling exhilerated And ready for action Making boss moves In a Maybach like Ross do I'm smashing On opposition raw wit a passion Beyond a shadow of a doubt you'll hate clashing Wit Titans On the grid iron Armed and firing Angels on my side demons in my enviorment Trying to stop my multi billion dollar retirement Yeah I'm on a joy ride aint even tryna win The mansion The Yatch The blue diamonds I rock The Luie V Coogie And Gucci Aligators And Crocs Cuz I'm blessed And You stressed U hata's didn't invest I'm on my Ivory shine Wit a beautiful mind Lets Ride
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Wednesday, May 13, 2009
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Current mood:  angry
Where's the luv @? Where's the trust @? But I bet you can show me where the club and the drugs @ I'm sick of this vicious cycle I'm tearing apart the bible I don't even smile, it's been a while cuz my hearts foul Ill and on chill Bold and so real My suicidal thoughts got me gripping this cold steel They say that I'm crazy, I guess I know too much And tryna understand it all but never lost my touch I hear a loud voice in my head begging me to try But the poison that's in the bottle just keeps edging me to die I'd be a fool to believe that It's hopeless Eyes closed praying to our father for focus Cuz the money never brought me joy My soul is too full of hate to escape the pain when I'm wide awake boy And I wont compromise I wont settle for lies Test me now And I'll have angels rushing out of the sky My battle cry is legit And what I speak on is significant shit You feel the spirit uttered forth from my lips They fear me But they will hear me It's like my flesh is possessed and my mind can see cleary I'm pissed off from feeling ripped off Crossed up like Kriss Kross And bout to get it popping like lip gloss My temperature is fever bound The seasons now The fury's been unlocked I'm hot and breathing down. My expression is your blessing As vengence makes it way thru an outlet I make my motives known from the outset Swerve past drama never stop for a thought If we colide than I'll ride never missing a stride Universal messenger deliver the word (deliver the word) If you need a sign than I'll flick you the bird (flick you the bird) Let you handle the rock While I handle the stock Let you handle the kids While she handles my cock Thats if you like it or not I'll let you handle the tears The intoxicated nights 211's of beers Robbed by a shady ho That came back to pay me tho Broke bith could of struck it rich But she'll never know... never know...never know... never know... never know Broke bith could of struck it rich But she'll never know...
I'm loyal to one numero uno This game is my own Nothing to loose homie I stay in my zone I see the land mines, bear traps and army fatigues And so much hate's in the air I can hardly breath The pressures coming down hard in these frightful time So what I sound like delivering delightful rhymes Taking notice of competition and watching my back And making life and death decision while on the attack On the frontline of chaotic circumstances I pull thru Defeat the enemy then lick my wounds like a pit do. Im officialy here on this turf of dirt putting in work Like a gladiator making it hurt. So best be aware and prepared As my dragons swoops out of the air Cuz Beowulf wont be answering prayers You made a deal wit the devil now it time to pay I asked you for a favor and you turned away. I aint got a issue with breaking bones and ripping tissue But I radther you rot from the inside out Its easy to cast a spells why damage organs wit mini missles. I can show your ass what that pain about. Where's the luv @? (Yeah) Where's the trust @? (Yeah) But I bet you can show me where the club and the drugs @ I'm sick of this vicious cycle I'm tearing apart the bible I don't even smile, it's been a while cuz my hearts foul... hearts foul...hearts foul
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Friday, October 03, 2008
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Current mood:  artistic
Category: Music
I took a seat like Oakland (oakland) And started smokin (smokin) Near the east bay region of the ocean (ocean) Livermore Amador Outer Tri Valley (tri valley) Where the 5 and 680 cross in northern cali It's a pleasant trinity (trinity) if you asked me (ask me) But you can ask B (ask b) Or you could ask C Ton where you from? (holla at em) Pomona California We pimp hard and never hestiate to put it on ya from one P-Town to another Wit my brother We gon keep it desperado Two bandits undercover (undercover) Out in cotton wood grove (Wood grove) Wit the big trees (big trees) I stay high in the hills Cant miss me. (miss me?) Cali S.O.N. Shine like christmas ( christmas) Yeah I'm quite rich (rich) Get it right bitch (bitch) San Andreas aint shaken nothing up in here (up in here) But it's my fault if you fall let me make it clear (make it clear)
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