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~See... I ain't no playa hater... but I������ll hate a player if you push me!!

See nigga, while you stand there using all your heart trying to look the part with your cold, steel eyes,
nigga you don't even realize you're just pussy--for sale.

Now see, I would call you female, but you're too frail. While she������s held queen, status I mean, your existence is fractionally vaginal, like the sluts and the whores you use to suit your feeble needs.
You know, saturated soil and faulty fertilizer ensures your future seeds
will be just like you, pussy--for sale.

On corner auction blocks, we������ve lost stocks of brethren.
Now invested in by this America with stocks of cocaine.
Temporary monetary gain in exchange for eternal pain.
While the stain of your false reality remains;
an ever-imprisoning actuality on your kids and in your kids,
as they too have true supper with you through the biz������; just kids.
Trying not to let those lonely echoes bother.
Knowing that father does not answer when they holler due to his undying infatuation with the dollar.
Used to be a street scholar, now sees his towers through glass,
and as the years pass they grow fast and begin to understand:

"Damn. Daddy didn't have to go away from us ������cause he didn't love us; it's just that he wasn't no real fucking man."

It's like.. oh, damn!
That's that cat that changed his name from David to Ayatollah.
High-roller, Motorola soldier, tech-9 under his Polo-ass nigga.
Don't know his future or past-nigga,
but that fast figure got this die-castin' 40-oz. swigger thinking his shit is bigger...

than mine!

Nigga it's not surprising to find that your state of mind got you parking that $63,000 Lex you flex
right outside your mama������s hard-earned $22,000 duplex.
You know, the one right next to the projects,
where pseudo-elated, coke-game-created, crime-related manhood got you assed-out, nigga!
Getting high ������til you pass out, nigga!
Quick way up, fast way out nigga!
How you figure
Yo������ shit is bigger...

than mine?

I'll tell you:
These fucked up times and hardcore rhymes got you throwing up gang signs,
and claiming coasts or shades of color.
We see shameless boasts of emotionless lovers,
all gazing upon that iced-out pendant of that religion you DO NOT follow.
Your faith has evaporated, it������s made your soul hollow.

They turned your childhood dreams into pharmaceutical schemes, now they got you fucking with triple-beams.
Cap-peelin', robbing and stealing for a piece of this fucked up American pie-ass nigga,
Ready-to-Die-ass nigga,
fly-ass nigga!!
Sit you in a cell and you������d probably CRY-ass nigga.
How the FUCK you figure
Yo������ shit is bigger...

than mine?

I see you:

Diamond blingin', Cuban-linking and full-length minkin������.
STIILL strung out on disillusional thinking.
And as the government subsidizes these laboratory high-rises with new chemical supplies,
you continue to hide your true self behind movie gangster disguises.
Oblivious to what life������s true prize is!
Equating stupidity with the length you think your dick size is!

The truth in your eyes is...

Falsified!!

Fabricated, while you sit and wait for your fate to be debated,

by juries and judges who held over four-hundred and fifty years worth of grudges, NIGGA??

GET BACK!!

Get back and rediscover!

How to be an honest father!
a loyal lover!
a righteous brother!
And NOT just another
MUTHA...
FUCKIN'.....~

Childhood was something like this.....

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See... I aint no playa hater... but Ill hate a player if you push me!!

See n*gga, while you stand there using all your heart trying to look the part with your cold, steel eyes,
n*gga you dont even realize youre just pussy--for sale.

Now see, I would call you female, but youre too frail. While shes held queen, status I mean, your existence is fractionally vaginal, like the sluts and the whores you use to suit your feeble needs.
You know, saturated soil and faulty fertilizer ensures your future seeds
will be just like you, pussy--for sale.

On corner auction blocks, weve lost stocks of brethren.
Now invested in by this America with stocks of cocaine.
Temporary monetary gain in exchange for eternal pain.
While the stain of your false reality remains;
an ever-imprisoning actuality on your kids and in your kids,
as they too have true supper with you through the biz; just kids.
Trying not to let those lonely echoes bother.
Knowing that father does not answer when they holler due to his undying infatuation with the dollar.
Used to be a street scholar, now sees his towers through glass,
and as the years pass they grow fast and begin to understand:

Damn. Daddy didnt have to go away from us cause he didnt love us; its just that he wasnt no real fucking man.

It's like.. oh, damn!
Thats that cat that changed his name from David to Ayatollah.
High-roller, Motorola soldier, tech-9 under his Polo-ass n*gga.
Dont know his future or past-n*gga,
but that fast figure got this die-castin 40-oz. swigger thinking his shit is bigger...

than mine?!

N*gga its not surprising to find that your state of mind got you parking that $63,000 Lex you flex
right outside your mamas hard-earned $22,000 duplex.
You know, the one right next to the projects,
where pseudo-elated, coke-game-created, crime-related manhood got you assed-out, n*gga!
Getting high til you pass out, n*gga!
Quick way up, fast way out n*gga!
How you figure
Yo shit is bigger...

than mine?

Ill tell you:
These fucked up times and hardcore rhymes got you throwing up gang signs,
and claiming coasts or shades of color.
We see shameless boasts of emotionless lovers,
all gazing upon that iced-out pendant of that religion you DO NOT follow.
Your faith has evaporated, its made your soul hollow.

They turned your childhood dreams into pharmaceutical schemes, now they got you fucking with triple-beams.
Cap-peelin', robbing and stealing for a piece of this fucked up American pie-ass nigga,
Ready-to-Die-ass n*gga,
fly-ass n*gga!!
Sit you in a cell and youd probably CRY-ass n*gga.
How the FUCK you figure
Yo shit is bigger...

than mine?

I see you:

Diamond blingin, Cuban-linking and full-length minkin.
STIILL strung out on disillusional thinking.
And as the government subsidizes these laboratory high-rises with new chemical supplies,
you continue to hide your true self behind movie gangster disguises.
Oblivious to what lifes true prize is!
Equating stupidity with the length you think your dick size is!

The truth in your eyes is...

Falsified!!

Fabricated, while you sit and wait for your fate to be debated,

by juries and judges who held over four-hundred and fifty years worth of grudges,
N*GGA??

GET BACK!!

Get back and rediscover!

How to be an honest father!
a loyal lover!
a righteous brother!
And NOT just another
MUTHA...
FUCKIN'.....~

- Written by Black Ice.

Yeah so I pretty much spent my whole day workin on that Mighty Bitchy vehicle of mine....It came down to two choices... pay the mechanic $400 for parts and labor (labor is aobut $70 an hour), or figure the shit out....



I figured it out, ended up spending about $150, as opposed to the outrageous prices they charged. This whole thing woulda been easy if it weren't such a foreign car...

Spark Plug Wires= $90
 NGK Iridium Spark Plugs $7 a piece x 6... $42
PCV= $3
Grease and spray and stuff= $6
Total time= About 4 hours

Damn I feel so accomplished tho. Next next weekend... I'm replacing the shocks

wheelie 101

Cover the back brake. It will stop you from flipping over backwards if you go too far.
Accelerate at about 1/4 throttle through 20-30 mph.
Squeeze the clutch.
Roll on more throttle.
Let out the clutch.
Steps 2-5 are almost simultaneous.

Step 1- The back brake will save your ass if you start to go over backwards. Until you are very proficient at wheelies, you should always cover the back brake just in case.

Step 2- You need to be accelerating gently to get the weight on the back wheel. Once you become proficient, you can do a wheelie from any speed, but we'll start like this, ok?

Step 3- Squeezing the clutch gets the engine spinning faster and making more power, of course. You don't have to squeeze it all the way in, just enough to get it slipping, thus spinning the motor up and getting more power.

Step 4- Giving a little more gas increases the engine spinning as noted in step 3 above.

Step 5- Letting out the clutch is the key to a smooth wheelie. Don't just pop out the clutch, or the front end might leap in the air and scare you away from wheelies for a year. Let the clutch out smoothly and quickly, as if you were pulling away from a light really fast. If you have ever been in a stoplight drag race and had the front end come up on you as you left the line, that's exactly how the clutch should come out.

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