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Dec. 24th, 2004 @ 12:34 pm fuck chink gangsterz
Current Mood: enraged
Current Music: bizzy bone-better run better hide
take the rock out you ear/ now who do you fear/ take off the tupac clothes/ leaves us with a ho/ comin atta pro/ done cut mutha fuckaz left em froze/ lettin this punk mutha fucka know/ you wanna go/ lyrically im rippin up niggaz/ holdin them triggaz/ little chink have u touched a gun/ or let it ring cuz thats what ive done/ better run/ better hide/ cuz tonight/ chink gangsters die/ nigga im fryed/ smoked more weed today then u will in your whole life/ hope u hate your life/ nigga you'll die/ you'll cry/ n im not afraid to fight/ can't beleive ur comin at me but anyways/ nigga come any way/ what do i say/ shit nigga bring eight/ cuz nigga i aint afraid/ dump yall dead fucks inna lake/ cuz nigga i aint fake/ and for heavens sake/ try that disrespectful shit on my turf/ check up your worth/ and find your worthless chink ass 6 feet under dirt/ rot under cold earth/ but wont get a hearse/ cuz nigga my plot is worse/ u wont even be found/ cuz after slugs pound/ u hit the ground/ get me off cuz i love that sound/ pop pop pop and your bitch ass screams/ wishin u didn't disturb no peace/ cuz deez is my streets/ n my peeps neva let information leak/ we know your weak/ we gon make u sleep/ nuthin but a bitch/ n i garuntee u roll with a snitch/ all the snitches i know is in ditches/ just wishin/ they never crossed me but u crossed me/ think nigga, u could never toss me/ plus i bomb first u talkin that shit behind my back/ but not to my face u worried i'll be strapped/ shit nigga fuck that/ find it out the hard way/ best hear the words i say/ cuz im ready for death every fuckin day/n every fuckin day i pray/ hopin god will send someone my way/ to make me lay/ cause it would be better after death/ but if i do take my last breath/ my niggaz will kill for me/ already wanna make your blood spill for me/ but i wont let em cuz ur mine its bloody murdah/comin to serve ya/ chink niggaz aint shit/n they get hit/ n die quick/ plus hear say says small dick/ plus the girls u love never heard of it/ they dont even know you exist/ so im just lettin you know your a worthless peice of shit/ n come on after me im all legit/ might just let off six clips/ and nigga i neva miss u lil bitch/ fuck it i aint through with this/ comin at you with a chink diss/ nigga u aint gangsta/ prolly never even seen a gang/ well been there n done that plus i slang/ in deep with my criminal ways/ i subliminally say/chink niggaz come on at me/ kinda makin me happy/ cuz this is the way we play/ stalkin n plottin on our prey/ nigga thats you/ im gonna shoot/ i know u aint ready your gettin scared/ nigga aint even got the balls to stare/ wont come at me alone when your four deep/ i just cant beleive/ such a bitch is comin at me/ but fuck it what ever/ ive fought the way better/ but wont leave no one wetter/ that means your little sweater/ covered in blood/ nigga i just wish u would/ even talk to my face/ fuck your whole race/ you realizin the stakes/ n come on at me with a white boy diss/ cuz u cant fuck with this/ cuz im a genius lyracist/ been rappin n shit/ since i was only like six/ but u like the fakest nigga i have eva saw/ all that gangsta shit nigga take it off can't walk the walk/ can't talk the talk/ cant spell my language/ so nigga lets face it/ im neva know to be racist/ till i get faced with/ a bitch whos two faceted/ so rap a diss then best u can, n i wish u luck/ now nigga you stuck/ n mutha fucka im gonna fuck you up
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Dec. 18th, 2004 @ 02:31 pm ready fo murdah
Current Mood: enraged
Current Music: 2pac wonder if heavens got a ghetto
niggaz think they ready for murdah/ so they can say i loud n yall can say i heard ya/ watch them roaches scatter/ not like that shit even matters/ they just runnin they mouth with chitter n chatter/ talkin shit cuz i dont battle/ fuck that i aint got no time/ id ratha write the shit down n go famous with my rhymes/ they all love to hate/ cuz my verbal tendancies to communicate/ happenin at a faster rate/ so they try n compensate/ by sayin the same old shit/ heard it for years but you'll shit get hit/ show u jus a lil bitch/ can't even touch me/ unless u god who hovers above me/ watchin over me/ steadily showin me/ how my skills can keep growing/ sure im a lil cocky/ cuz i've yet to see anyone who can stop me/ but when the day comes/ i wont think about runnin/ cuz i'll die gunnin/ that way i'll never get beat/ but listen cuz my lyrics like a speech/ dedicated to reach/ all the people like me/ who on they own can't get a bite to eat/ got to fight to eat/me makin it is unlikely/ thats what people keep tellin me/ but that all purly statistically/ n i wish my family/ could for a second be happy for me/ instead they tear me down/ love to see my young face frown/ and hataz clown/ but i stalk with no sound/ silently and suddenly they all hit the ground/ symbollically im im comin up/ runnin up/ gunnin up/ show em what up/ n that i dont give a fuck/ realistically/ im killin em/ spillin em/ showin no weakness/ murdah with a quickness/ rhyme with some fastness/ or call it speed/ cuz imma forsaken seed/ smokin weed/ smackin peeps/ plannin on stackin sheets/ cuz i gotta get mine/ gotta comit crime/ gotta sell all these dimes/ cuz time after time/ i consistantly find/ no slangin/ or bangin/ keeps me with no change and/ hungrier to put somethin real in my empty hands/ fuck a plan/ cuz talk is cheap/ so fuck the world and as i leave/ i'll let yall know what yall sow you reap!
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Nov. 24th, 2004 @ 05:26 pm fuck punk ass bitches
tell the truth i need a fuckin cigarrette/ my nigga aint hear yet/ n better yet/ aint no beer left/ makes me real fuckin happy/ wait someone slap me/ just gotta tell ma pappy/ that his baby boy done turned scrappy/ im laughing/some of the little punk bitches/ keepin it in they wishes/ that they can stop me n drop me make me do their dishes/ dumb fucks/ gon get stuck/ when my gun gone buck/ fucked in the middle of my ruckess/ body realase blood by the buckets/ i wont be duckin/ cuz little niggaz fuckin with me is where the luck ends/ its now all real/ tell me nigga how do you feel/ who do you fear/ give yo momma this-Dear/ mrs whatever your sons been a stupid ass/ smokin grass/ thought he could pass/ a nigga like me/ its unlikely/ so alex erik or who ever/ forever/i'll be comin to get ya/ theres no regrets/ u just need to confess/ no need to cop a vest/ cuz inna minute mommas the only one left/ puttin stupid niggaz to rest/ nuthin less/ bitches bring your best
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Nov. 13th, 2004 @ 11:14 am damn i can still flow
Current Music: 2pac- ambitionz az a riduh
im the definition of a mutha fuckin thug/ makin bitch ass niggaz n hataz run/ blastin on faces at steady paces for fun/ poppin pills tolls so i can get some/ peace in this hell hole/ resort back to bole/ realizin my thuggish ruggish role/ hopin god can forgive my soul/ make it up to heaven/ cuz i'll be screamin seven/ when i got about eleven/ niggaz comin to bury me deep/ while im simply peacfully chilln with ma peeps/ eventually my plan to change these streets/ with my poetic lyrics n dope ass beats/ fo now all i can do is stand on two feat/ knowin i can't face defeat/ keepin my head high/ but a gotta stay high/ n always be down do ride/ n show them niggaz i aint shy/ i just dont go round talkin that bull shit/ knowin out hear i wont get hit/ cuz bitches from twenty two mile aint wit it/ showin em all how to thug/ n how to killa nigga n hide the body under a run/ but metaphorically/ if u know how i present lyrically/ n really/ i meant to burry that nigga six feet deep/ n then get back on that creep/ but whats that i see/ comin forth to carry me home/ dont mistake me fo bone/ yeah nigga i can flow/ n all these bitch ho's neva seen where i been grown/ all the hate i been shown/ cuz i can flow so beautifully/ not understandin fully/ why nigga wanna put bullet through ma skully/ makin me holy/ sendin me up to god/ cuz they jealous that this poetry wont stop/ givin em metaphors n similies/ n simply/ it comes out ma mouth easilly/ nigga u heard me flow/ then fo sho/ u know u wont be able to hate no mo/ cuz imma a pro/ blossemed at age thirteen/ been rappin since i been a young G/ fuel from flow came from ecstacy/ and flame weed/ at one time blow but still triple C/ Them triple stats enraged a nigga to rap/ but i no longer get down like that/ stil blowin out them dank leaves/ flowin out lyrics insanly/ mainly/ just to dissapoint you so called rappers/ who just be actors/ just out to get yours/ but i plan to give right back/ n when i make ma niggaz who gon be put back on the map/ so holla back
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Nov. 12th, 2004 @ 09:17 pm Holla
Current Mood: excited
Current Music: 2pac-pour out a lil liquor
at almost age sixteen/ i been a feind/ for many years/ n shed so many tears/ and fell through many fears/ it seems/ before next year i'll OD on cory C's/ because i gotta stay high/ to stay alive/ its a blessing to have survived/ got niggaz sittin back sayin its not right/ then theres the niggaz callin me fake/ because they gotta hate/ on the white thug pushin alot of weight/ so get it straight/ comin from a nigga with a self tatted K on his shoulder/ with age i only got boulder/ but self tatted war on my belly/ lettin all yall know that im ready/ to bust out steady/ like makavelli/ slit ya throat with a machette/ im waitin to get drunk/ maybe box on some little punk/ drinkin till ma breath is stunk/ im fuckin young better live it up/ one day i just might be old if i dont hear buh buh/ only to be bucked/ n fucked/ outta luck/ to hit the ground/ thoughts makin my heart pound/ i guess its extreme paranoia/ knowin them niggaz comin fo ya/ they barly know ya/ wanna put holes right through ya/ fagget ass niggaz wanna screw ya/ bitch police wanna do ya/ arrestin me fo smokin buddah/ n i could school ya/ cuz imma profesional/ when it comes to tetrahydracannibinol/ mix it with alcohol/ finna have a ball/ drinkin till i fall/ so if yall niggaz call/ wont catch me at the mall/ i'll be at ma niggaz crib/ drinkin beer by the sip/ havin bitches grab my dick/ while i grabba fifth/ n guzzle it
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Nov. 5th, 2004 @ 10:09 pm (no subject)
Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: how many friends will we see die- Bizzy Bone
im poetic so call me a poet/ looked at me would't know it/ couldn't beleive it/ a man like me could conceive shit/ that makes hits/lyrically/ i flow beautifully/ haven't bloomed fully/ want payback on the bullies/ i gotta thank them/ demons like them make men/ boom lose your life enjoy/ i aint fuckin around with no gun noise/ cuz i'd be killin boys/ i'd be locked the fuck up/ after getting stuck the fuck up/ and bucked the fuck down/ by the same clowns/ in the same town/ workin on the same grounds/ same job but i'll surely release rounds/ never hadda girl to contol me/ so i done became crazy/ visions since became fazy/ from all the flame weed/ plus all my other mistakes/ i still never been fake/ whenever i wake/ gotta deal with all the hate/ these jealous faggets place in my fate/ brought me up so fulla hate/ all this pain i can't take/ i need a girl who will love me/ n not think she's above me/ and after i do some stupid shit she'll forgive me n hug me/ instead of bugging/ cuz every day's been a struggle/ for money drugs i done smuggled/ not gonna lie/ i been runnin with drugs but do i deserve to die/ its runnin through my mind/ every single time i ride/ then ask me why i get high/ how bout seein your friends get fried/ one at a time/ my family's all passin away/ so people wanna judge me n speculate/ im just so confused/ i got nuthin to gain and plenty to lose/ so many path's n i just can't choose.
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Oct. 23rd, 2004 @ 05:22 pm (no subject)
Current Mood: predatory
Current Music: habitual crimanal-SPM
label me a contemplatitive crazy criminal/ fake friends im killin yall/ can't even ball/ at my level/ i'll grabba shovel/ put u in my posision/ if ypur wishin/ i'll get 2 diggin/ stupid nigga if u pickin/ a fight with me/ the likes of me/ will fuckin kill u/ stupid bitches i'll fuckin kill u/ peace
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Oct. 19th, 2004 @ 03:46 am bitch nigga
Current Mood: high
Current Music: ecstacy-bonethugs
/im high my hearts racin/back n forth pacin/ my homies wanna see me dead/ my best niggaz want my head/ cant barely rest in my bed/ my angers ragin/ i can't take it/ i wanna commit a murder but can't make/ said he was my boy but faked it/ that was my third case in three weeks/ they must think im week/ cuz i broke my hand but stop n think/ who was that crazy criminal/ bustin out at everyone/ destroyin property/ cuz knowone aint stoppin me/ unless they gone pop at me/ if they do they better kill me/ and spill me/ cuz me myself will will make a killing/ like a real G/ im not really a G but imma thug/ take that niggaz life is a must/ gotta let my guns bust/ cuz them bitches gone fuss/ if i back out/ i just may let a gun shout/ through my dome/ screamin lord please take me home/ im high/ my brains fried/ and goddammit i hate wantin to make friends die/ why do people gotta lie/ im always straight forward/i'll describe yall with a word/ what is it? 2 faceted/ niggaz bout to get wasted/ so dont say shit/ come on and confront me/ then im dumping/ a body off a bridge/ n get rid of one mo bitch/ goddamin he was ma fuckin nigga why'd he have to switch!
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Sep. 11th, 2004 @ 02:09 pm hell yeah
Current Mood: artistic
Current Music: 2pac-gangsta party
catch me nigga slangin that dope/ rappin the words i've wrote/ n beatin the shit out that nigga that i already smoked/ u tappin a girl i already poked/ fuck u dog cant u get ya own/ i neva take seconds/ whether its when i fuck or how long i fuck/ im neva done call it luck/ i call it a curse/ nigga its the worst/ fuckin a bitch n givin up/ because u can't bust/ but i wont fuss/ but i'll bury yo man in the dust/ if he feels obligated to come in between us/ i'll fuck him up/ i always got cash/ n i never come last/ but i do blast/ n beleive i blast fast/ cause when your makin fast cash/ your likly to jacked n killed/ so u gotta make blood spill/ or you'll be considered weak/ nigga best let me speak/ or i'll put a hole n e where u can fathom even ur feet/ so take ur fuckin seat/ n when u come n greet/ best be respectful/ or be regretful/ with a big hole/ in your chest at the hospital/ i'll take a hostage dawg/ i'll grab a mossburg/ better drops urs/ or meet yo mutha fuckin hearse
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Aug. 28th, 2004 @ 11:29 am (no subject)
Current Mood: artistic
Current Music: akon styles p-locked up
u can catch me runnin with them killaz/ and cop blood spilla/ u seen that nigga on the news/ them the niggaz i choose/ been there and done that/ still i ain't killed no one yet/ but i think i could do it with no regrets/ just get me pissed/ and with one swing of my fist/ possibly to but prolly not nigga i never miss/ your face is only seen in the mist/ im ready to kill just no one has deserved it yet/ well i take that back i just ain't served it yet/ jail time i aint served it yet/ been arrested/ it won't happen again/ n all my niggaz locked up they ain't goin back/ if you knew the feeling then u would scrap/ or pack a strap/ like me cuz i aint goin down like that/ on my grave put died fightin/ pushin forward like a mighty mighty titan/ im real friendly ask around nigga i can get frightning/ punches rollin like lighting/ plus im prolly rollin/ overdosin/ posibly numb n tounge swollin/ when the cops come nigga im boltin/ to grab a gat n fuckin go out smokin/ plus grab my bud n fuckin go out tokin/ put a hole in your neck bitch so u can go out chokin
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Aug. 26th, 2004 @ 03:39 pm you're forgivin
Current Mood: calm
Current Music: krayzie bone
some call me a nuthin but a druggie or a worthless criminal/ all the alegations are subliminal/ but im here to say u know who u are n i forgive all ya'll/ maybe you never said it to my face/ but when u left my place/ u hadda head race/ n u decided i have no feelings cuz i do drugs/ n u just shoulder shrugged/ well nigga i don't give a fuck/ i thought yall were outta luck/ but when i opened up the heavenly book/ it said to me forgive and forget/ well i can forgive yall but i can't bring my self to forget/ though you're forgiven our friendship is still over with/ i just don't wanna be the person that knowone could giva shit/ about if i got hit/ of someone decided to come through n slit/ my neck/ fuck payback/ im done/ im on the run/ nuthing but peace here/ n i won't shed tears here/ no one will here ma fears here/ no mo girls will get my trust only lust/ i grew up/ im sayin mentally/ so if ur really down come on n roll with me
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Aug. 25th, 2004 @ 10:29 am freestyle flow
check my freestyle flow/ as i grow/ so do the words i wrote/ the more i been broke/ the harder i spoke/ how can such poetry come out my throat/ its like ibuilt a moat/ that can't be crossed around my trust/ whenever i seem to trust theres a drug bust/ i need a place to go sometimes/ n ocasionally you'll find/ me sleepin on the ground outside/ could be stressin over a hoe/ ma daddy might have kicked me out the do/ possibly another overdose/ who cares the most/ prolly my momma/ but when i was like 8 or nine there was drama/ picture mama kickin the shit out of me on the stairs/ pullin me by my hair/ or my pops punchin me cuz he thinks its fair/ try it now fucker i grew up, if u dare/ people round here won't fight me cause i don't fuck around/ lible to pull a gun or knife n make em hit the ground/ as a weapon pound/ through their heart or skull wit no sound/ as for relationships fuck that/women get treated like shit, i beleive they deserve that/ sorry but its a fact/ i lost trust for all women in my heart/ i trusted a few from the start/ realized my mistakes/ realized my hate/ realized my criminal fate/ each n every day i wake/ plus my niggaz say they care/ if i was takin my last breath they would be there/ hard to beleive when they always hoein u out/ fulla lies with no doubt/ imma take a different route/ trust no one but god/ he'll take care of me non stop/ though every sunday i may not make it to church i always pray/ that he will eliminate all my prey/ before my dieing day/ no matter how soon it is/ i noticed my problems keep gettin worse/ i feel the'll end soon in a hearse/come to my funeral when my body's in the dirt
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Aug. 25th, 2004 @ 12:21 am fuckin rap bitches
Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: 2pac-krazy
people think i got no concience at all/ but when my temper falls/ and fate had me break my palm/ you think my head aint fucked well yes it is/ bet u wanna know why i always get so pissed/ imagine this/ dieing and not being missed/ in fact/ most will will prolly sit back/ n just laugh/ i got so many enemies and dont understand/ tell me this if i needed u would u give me a hand/ i grew to a man/as i began/ to feel the hate this land/ at age ten i smoked my first bag/ then it got bad/ i started slangin/ fuckin n bangin/ so much hatred/ so many tears to many shrinks/ who jus sit back n think/ im mad about a divorce/ but its much worse/ my family dieing whether the cause is disease or drugs/ since i was little my father could never give me a hug/ he'd just bug/ and tell me im nuthin but a fuck up/ so i smoked more bud/ i eventually became n everty day thang/ then i changed/ i need more so i popped pills to hang/ thats not all i wrote/ in 9th grade i got addicted to coke/ by this summa two times i had my heart broke/ but i push on knowin that what i felt she didn't/ she never imagined me winnin/ ma heads spinnin/ she thought i was a loser/ that shit turned me to a booser/ drove me to smoke crack/ but that all passed/ once i passed out/ that fuckin heroin had me in ma room proceedin to shout/ at the fuckin noises/ and the voices/ in my head/ said i'd be better off dead/ cut my self so i could stain my poetry red/ that ain't a metaphor/ blood really hit the floor/ not always mine/ some bitch said i lost my mind/ now that knife don't shine/ so all yall hate/ yeah just fuckin hate/ call me fake/ won't fuck up my fate/ i might snap and make a new red lake/ thats some shit right there/ straight out from under my hair/ mutha fuckaz feel this, its only fair
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Aug. 19th, 2004 @ 06:56 pm im fuckin happy n chillin
Current Mood: creative
Current Music: juvenile-bounce back
wuddup ma niggaz im jus chillin/ just popped a pill n im feelin/ happy finally no mo stealin/ i still may have to pack steel and/ show ya'll niggaz imma a real man/ i got ma respect cuz im so damn fly/ any bitch i want cause i can treat n do them right/ n e nigga wanna bring a fight/ i'll have yo girl tonight/ with no relationship in sight/ it's aight/ i wouldn't mind havin one/ if i could find a non back stabbin one/ im so fuckin happy/ somebody please slap me/ so many girls someone please slap me/ can't beleive the girls im tapping/ they flock cuz they like the way im rapping/ gun n knife packing/luv my sensual poetry/ finally they all notice me/ all wanna go wit me/ n all ma niggaz wanna flow like me/ n sorry ya'll ma niggaz comin ova/ this flow is ova/ bang in yo brain like a supa nova-peace ma niggaz!!
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Aug. 9th, 2004 @ 02:21 pm fuck all yall
Current Mood: horny
Current Music: bad weed blues-bone thugs
fuck them bitches i gotta tell ya/ they all so scandelous put u in hell dawg/ fuck a relationship/ cause they aint worth shit/ less u wanna hear ur bitch bitch/ n not suck ur dick/ cause she don't feel up to it/ thats why i keep it quick/ i just hit/ and im out/ thats what im all about/ cause i never got no luv from n e of my x's/maybe if i would have been more reckless/ u feel this/ cause u'll only make a girl luv if u treat em like shit/ i've witnessed/ even tried it/ im good at it cuz im so violent/ don't get me wrong i'll still never beat ma girl/ if i hadda girl/ i dont because smokin is my whole world/ these bitches act/ like im on crack/ but don't understand/ i smoke weed one time i didn't look i got a broken hand/ imma man/ n bitches swarm to me like fans/ but then they see me/ being sneaky/ gettin weedy/ from the weed leaf/ n they see ma problems/ mentaly a physically abused from an early age/ i been jumped by gangs/ and by arabs cause they don't like my race/ bitches don't like my pace/ whether im fast or slow/ i just don't know/ how to go about a relationship/ ive been whipped/ across ma neck/ with a metal studded belt/ imagine how that felt/ n imagine through it/ to emerge victorious/ call me notorious/ for winnin that fight/ stealin that bike/ rockin that mike/ doin it all plus im white/ ive been arested and molested/for posesion/ not to mention once for a weapon/ arested for stealing/ plus no one understands my true feelings/ by all definition imma thug/ still i get mugged/ and i cut this fucker cuz he bugged/ maybe im angry cause i wasn't hugged/ or cuz my daddy never showed me no love/ he just tore me down/ shoulda knew ma temper was bound/ to blow and it shows/ cause i been smokin dro/ sice i chose/ to live with him then true anger arose/ i crush all foes/ test me nigga n i'll break ya nose/ i hadda lets yall know/ a little bout me/ so when u see me/ u know damn well what ur meeting
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Jul. 27th, 2004 @ 12:18 pm (no subject)
Current Mood: high
Current Music: so many tears-Tupac
i been in a confused state/ since i layed awake/ filled with hate/ and ate/ cause i was high/ like every other day i proceed to ride/ stay high so high/ when a car drives by we fly/ feels so tight/ everything's in my sight/ my dreams stay so clean/ bout bein showered with green/ in a feild of green leaves/ and all the hot bitches loved me/ and thats me for me/ cause they could see/ im not consumed in weed/ and when im pourin out ma soul they beleive/ and don't just think imma crack feind/ when im so high i can write down my true feeling/ without weeping/ and still lay down tonight but sleeping/ not freaking/ laying up all night worried bout death/ and if i slept/ what would happen if that was my last breath/ would you come visit me/ after i bleed/ high off weed/ cry and scream/ or would try and scam me/ after my death with a money scheme/ ive lost so many freinds because i do not trust/ and all the girls i loved thought only lust/ so before i let my guns bust/ i thought i'd come clean/ i do smoke pot but thats not all my life means/ please someone see that there's a good person in me/ when i go to my grave/ who'll be the people to pray
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Jul. 18th, 2004 @ 11:37 am chillin
Current Mood: good
Current Music: spm- riddla on the roof
finally ma mood is kinda good/ got the fuck out the hood/ jus chillin wit ma nigga/ tell the truth i'd kill fo ma nigga/ make blood spill fo ma nigga/ i got a good will with ma nigga/ but fuck with us i won't hesitate to pulla trigga/ fuckin camals wanna call me a wigga/ how u figure/ just seriously/ err body's fulla jealousy/ because i write my words beatifully/ and i speak em poetically/ and plus all these lil hotties/ is feinin fo ma body/ not to sound snotty/ plus don't take me for weak/ cuz nigga i'm buckin when u sleep/ n im fuckin while u sleep/ n i'll kill yo whole clique with ma peeps/ i can get ma niggaz from the d/ plus 5 others cities/ we all G's/ puffin the best weed/ no stem no seed/ cuz im sumthin lika fiend/ girl let me in those jeans/ plus i dedicate this big fuck you/ unfortunalty to ma ex boo/ nicole fuck u/ ur not nuthin butta ho/ u made me waste 2 years fo sho/ i can see now why amber hated you/ shoulda listened to homio n neva dated you/ can't beleive i try'd to get with u/ i get get way better then u/ ha i already have/ but goddam bitch u made me so mad/ cuz u were ditchin me to chillin with fags/ fuck it i forgive but won't forget/ that u'r fulla shit/ but off the topic/ im straight legit/ pass so i can hit/ n we can break in the new whip/ n if the po po come we best dip/ i just got arested fo that n i wanna stay on the streets/ so i can still sell dem green leafs/ make monay niggaz!!!!
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Jul. 15th, 2004 @ 06:42 pm felt like rappin again bitches
Current Mood: enraged
Current Music: bone thugs- mo murda
im killin em/ led fillin em/ n blood spillin em/ all fo the trill of it/ killin when im pissed/ shot n i missed/ re up n u'll reap this/ a gang of ak bullets/ splittin a niggaz mullet/ gotta grabba pump/ gotta grab a stiff body to dump/ buh buh put em in the mud/ n a puddle of blood/ fo fuckin with ma hood/ n fuckin with ma niggaz, no good/ i'll kill this bitch/ that will be ma last wish/ then i'll dump the body n feed the fish/ they say im fuckin with the devil but i say no/ they say im fuckin with a girl but i say a hoe/ homio's just a man but i call him ma bro/ they call these things bullets n imma let em go/ put on a show/ of me killin ma enemies, murda mo/ thats fo sho/ scream it as i kill ten men/ leave em all dead/ scratch ma head/ n kill feds/ n fuckin pigs/ picture as i dig/ the grave of a cop n some kids/ cuz they got in ma way/ they got the same fate/ shoulda jus dumped the body inna lake/ but they said i was fake/ lifes what u make/ n mine is fuckin cursed/ i prepare fo the worst/ which i predict is a hearse/ i studied the art of war i know im ready/ bring it enemies my bullets pour out steady/ n they will make you all bloody/ while the coke got ma nose runny/ n this one bitch thought it was funny/ yeah so did i when his family didn't pay the money/ grab a machette/ there is no regreting/ kill the mutha fucka n shit got heavy/ i know they will come cme n get me/ so send some mo/ got the glock to the do/ cocked n ready to blow/ on any fuckin po po/ they won't bust ma dough flow/ because in mo town/ i smoke down/ i dont clown/ mutha fucka get shot down/ u die now
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Jul. 15th, 2004 @ 11:58 am got over that bitch
Current Mood: anxious
Current Music: dmx-what these bitches want
i finally got over that bitch/ 2 year wasted n i wish/ that i could take my life back but its to late/ wasted 2 years of bitches it was fate/ but now think i finally found another mate/ n we gon' go on a mutha fuckin date/ i tell you man i jus can't wait/ people consider me just a drug addict/ never knowing the depression i have is fuckin manic/ n if i wasn't high i'd prolly go spastic/ kill thirty/ n not feel dirty/ so im completety aware of where i am/ n if im nuthin but a pot head then when im high why do i write the best jams/ because i can get in touch with my soul/ n all it takes is a bole/ i must admit my passion for weed is never full/ but i love more then hockey loves brett hull/ finally after 2 years i feel free/ got over her n i wanna drop to ma knees/ like mutha fuckin yipee/ i'll be chillin with ma niggas thats fo sho/ n i swear thats the last time i get whipped over a hoe/ cuz thats twice n i have nuthin to show/ one im still cool with but truthfully i juss dont know/ behind the curtain/ my hearts is twice broken n uncertain/ but im over it n i juss can't beleive/ finally dog imma live happily
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Jul. 14th, 2004 @ 01:59 pm getting over bitches
Current Mood: enraged
Current Music: dmx-damien 2
just like i thought when these bitches think they know me/ they got it all wrong plus they think i jus want them to blow me/ well maybe i do/ because i'd like to fuck you/ but if u dont want it then fuckin choose/ everytime i spoke real dirty bitch u spoke it right back/ n u never take me serious just because i smoked crack/ but bitch u dont know the half/ bout the shit i been through/ seein your friend die makes u mental/ multiply that number four times/ then check your mind/ bet u it wouldn't be half as sane as mine/ some bitches break ma heart i wont lie/ but the more i experience this i think the one i wont find/ so i smoke through a dime/ then commit some fuckin crimes/ get a bitch just so i can bump n grind/ but i still want somethin real but i'll really never trust/ cause when i thought i loved u well bitch u had just lust/ once i find a girl who can actually make me bust/ keepin her just might be a must/ to tell the truth no girl has been able to make me cum/ since i was young/ still i wasn't done/ till about n hour plus some/ all the down ass girls jus run/ because they don't even want to start fuckin with a thug/ n by all definition thats what i am/ plus if n e one else is then thats ma man/ we'll take a fuckin stand/ plus he would give me his right hand/ but these bitches is the problem goddam/ i can always hook up with a one night stand/ but for me a real girl is not to be had
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