Monday, September 04, 2006

"50 Cent" Vrs The Game


"Piggy Bank"

[Chorus x2- 50 Cent]
Clickity clank clickity clank
The money goes into my piggy bank

[Bridge- 50 Cent]
I'll get atcha, my knife cuts ya skin
I'll get atcha, blow shots at ya man
I'll get atcha, Tupac don't pretend
I'll get atcha, I'll put that to an end

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
That shit is oh, don't be screamin' get at me dawg
Have you runnin' for ya life when I match ya boy
I get to wavin' that semi, like its legal
A lil nigga hurt his arm lettin' off that eagle
You know me, black on black bentley, big ol' black nine
I'll clap your monkey ass, get black on black crime
Big ol' chrome rims, clean you know why I shine
C'mon man, you know how I shine
I'm in the hood, in the drop, Teflon vinyl top
Got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, why I don't hear no shots
That fat nigga thought Lean Back was "In Da Club"
My shit sold 11 mill, his shit was a dud
Jada don't fuck with me if you wanna eat
Cause I'll do your lil ass like Jay did Mobb Deep
Yeah homie, in New York, niggas like your vocals
But thats only New York dawg, your ass is local

[Chorus x2- 50 Cent]
Clickity clank clickity clank
The money goes into my piggy bank

[Bridge- 50 Cent]
Yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah

[Verse 2- 50 Cent]
Banks shit sells, Buck shit sells, Game shit sells
I'm rich as hell, Shyne poppin' off his mouth from a cell
He don't want it with me, he in PC
I can have a nigga run up on him with a shank
For just a few pennies out my piggy bank
Yayo, bring the condoms, I'm in room 203
Freak bitch look like Kim before the surgeory
Its an emergency, a Michael Jackson see
Looked at a picture and said she looks like me
Kelis said her milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
Then Nas went and tattooed the bitch on his arm
I mean that way out in Cali, niggas know these guns
First thing they say about you, is you a sucker for love
This is chess, not checkers, these are warning shots
After your next move I'll give you what I got

[Chorus x2- 50 Cent]
Clickity clank clickity clank
The money goes into my piggy bank

[Bridge- 50 Cent]
Yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah

[Bridge- 50 Cent]
I'll get atcha, I'll punch out your grill
I'll get atcha, let off that blue steal
I'll get atcha, nigga I'm for real
I'll get atcha, you'll get your ass killed

[Outro- 50 Cent]
Yeah
Yeah
Hahahaha
Ya'll niggas gotta do somethin' now man
All that shoot 'em up shit ya'll be talkin'
You gotta do somethin' baby
I mean, I mean c'mon man everybody's listenin'
nigga everybody's listenin'
Hahahaha
I know you ain't gon' just let 50 do you like that
I mean damn rep your hood nigga
nigga you hard right?
Pop off
Yayo get mobs niggas on the phone
And tell the niggas I said grip up
niggas got a green light on these monkies
Hahahaha

"The Game" Vrs 50 Cent


"It's Ok (One Blood)"
Dre, I see dead people
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
Yo, DreThought I was DeadWest coast
One blood [x4]
[Verse 1]
I'm the Doctor's Advocate, nigga dre shot ya
Brought me back from the dead,
that's why they call him the doctor
The (after)'math don't drop them
That's why 50 ain't rockin' with him
No more, IT'S OKAY,
I get it poppin'
Whole club rockin'
Like a '64 impalaDrink cris, throw it upCall the shit hydraulics
Then piss in the cupCall the shit hypnotic
I bleed Compton
Spit crack and shit chronic
And you new niggaz ain't shit
But new niggaz
Played to get shooed niggaz
I'm talkin' ta you, niggaBouncin' in da '64 throwin' up West side, man
Sellin' another 5 million albums,
YES I AMFresh like damn
This nigga did it again
A thousand on his neck,
L.A. above the brim
Inside the lambo(rghini) in the shotgun with Snoop
What would the motherfuckin' West coast be without one crip and {one Blood}
[chorus]
One blood [x4]
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
One blood [x4]
[Verse 2]
I'm from the West side of the '64 Impala
Where niggaz say "Where you from" we'll never say "Holla"
Bandanna on the right side
Gun on the left side
Niggaz in New York, know how to throw up the West side
Word to EazyI'm so ill, believe meI made room for Jeezy
But the rest of you niggaz better be glad you breathin'All i need is one reason
I'm the king, and Dre said the West coast need me
I don't know why you niggaz keep tryin' me
Everybody knows I'm the add to the Aftermath dynasty
And I ain't gotta make shit for the club
What DJ gonna turn down the .38 snub?
You 38 and you still rappin' uhh
I'm 26 nigga, so is the dubs
On the '07 HummerHop out with no bodyguards
When the chronic smoke clear all you see is {one Blood}
[chorus]
One blood [x4]
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
One blood [x4]
[Verse 3]
I ain't got no beef with 50, no beef with Jay
What's beef when you gettin' head in the 6-tray?
And the double game chain, I keep 'em on display
Black T-shirt, so all you see is the A (aftermath)
Turn on the TV, and all you see is the A (aftermath)
Niggaz better make a dance and try to get radio play
Keep on +snappin' your fingers+,
I ain't going away
I don't regret what I spit, cuz I know waht I say
And niggaz keep talkin' about me, they don't know when to stop
I got the Louis Vuitton buckle, holdin' tha glock
No beam, no silencer, I know when to pop
Wait 'til Lil' Jon come on and left off a shot
I have the number 1 billboard spot
Niggaz stepped on my fingers, and I climb right back to the top
I'm BIG, I'm Cube, I'm NaS, I'm 'Pac
This ain't shit but a warnin' til my album drop
[chorus]
One blood [x4]
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
One blood [x8]
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
One blood [x4]

Game Over



Halo 2 is what unfortunately run my life. There are many Nerds out there, mainly the people who stay up at night, like myself, up to 5 to 6 in the morning. In the process of staying up late we ruin our lives slowly every day. Not sure but i would say its the trill of the sport that keeps us up at night. Well I classify Halo as a sport for the main aspect that it is very competitive. Also at times depending on situations it does become physical. The main concept that im trying to get across is that dwelling your life with video games really doesn't leave you with a future. Im not talking about a relationship or a career, Im basing this on your life. Staying up late is very unhealthy. What most people do is force them selves literally just to have the amusement of a play thing. Im just making it aware that most people with this tendesey to continue this process wont live to see there 50's. The truth sucks but its reality. Stay away from online games and read a book. Keep up your knowledge because smarts will take you some were in life. Life literally is a video game. Just as if a game one single mistake can lead you to a game over, but in life there is no reset button.

? Why ?

[DK]

Aha
It’s that real

Yo, Why is religion as hard as friendship
Why is the Christian community designed to worship
And why are members dying if they're part of your set
And why they never there to help' but they pray to death

How come they separate you like its murder,
Turn around only give you pocket change form Kurt Warner,
it's going down

How come they are selling' bibles for over a dollar
If it's all love father why you trying to holla?

Why we put money in a plate
why he pastor so qwick like jordan
that aint his cake

Why u stacking burgers if u aint that high
Why yo rattin like a wack as fly
Why are you even alive

Why they kill Tupac n' Chris
Why at the church you take straigh shots insted of poppin Crist'

Why kell had to piss on da whore
Why did macheal had to close that door
Why he just sleep on the floor

Why


[Choirs ]


All that I been givin'
Is this thing that I've been living
They got me in the system
Why they gotta do me like that
Try'd to make it my wayBut got sent up on the highway
Why, oh why
Why they gotta do me like that


Why is death so hardEven though it's almost over
How come my sister’s show so much disregard
How come Christians got the hope connection
Come on Now,
Why they let Bush win another election
Come on keep up
How come certain religion are so kosher
It seems like there just trying to get on Oprah
Why are there people trying to killIts not that simple,
they cant keep up with Gods will
Why you trying to be so smart
Why ain't you a fateful by choice?
Why the whole world love my heart
Why try to tell them that’s how I roll
And you know why I made this song "son"
Because I was fed up with the old one
[Choirs ]
All that I been givin'
Is this thing that I've been living
They got me in the system
Why they gotta do me like that
Try'd to make it my wayBut got sent up on the highway
Why, oh why
Why they gotta do me like that
[Song Fades]

Sunday, July 30, 2006

I got time so i stop by

I got time on my hands
Words you wouldn't understand
Workin hard as i can
Realizin what it means to be a man

I take resposibility to the limit
Time slips by cause Im so timid
Scared to express my self
On the stress I felt

Time brings me hear to expreicence a change
But the true me will never remain the same
But as time change a new person will amerge
Thats just a new me with time, a new verge

Sunday, January 22, 2006

Rags to Riches

Chapter 1
Its amazing how your life changes in only a matter of seconds. How the closet thing to your heart can be snatched from your hands. Its as if someone is tugging at your heart aiming to escape with your most prized possession. Someone you hold to your heart. In my case that would be my family. I value them rather than anything else. It was hard living with them, hell there were times when I wanted nothing to due with them. Through time I come to realize that their everything to me.
It hurts right to see my old neighbor hood, just like any other black family, I grew up in the ghetto. These streets were always cluttered with violence, filled up with ignorant people. Straight OG’s, that’s what they call them now. What’s makes me down grading these so called gangster ironic is growing up I use to be one.
Growing up I never had a pops, and my moms was never home to take care of me. Day in and day out she was on the streets hustling. Prostitution and selling drugs were her only options. She was a grammer school drop out which really doesn't leave that man job oppurtunitys without an education. She wasn’t really that older than me. She was a strong woman at heart but very weak. Times that I did see here around she was too busy getting slapped up by another man.
I couldn’t stand seing my moms like this, however I was to week to express how I felt. My moms gave birth to three kinds my little sister Destiny, my younger brother Derrick and of course my self. Since my moms was always out we constantly stayed over at our grandmothers house. Cherry was one of the meanest bitch you could ever meet. She treat us as if we were trash. In here eyes she felt that we didn’t belong.
Cherry was always pissed off at us because she claims that we were a mistake. Im the oldest child in the family and my mom give birth to me at the age of 14. So you could kinda say that I am a mistakes. What really pissed me off was that Cherry was abusive. She would yell and scream and constantly punish us. I really dodge most of her attacks because I was the olds plus I seemed to old for her to handle.
She was short and chubby she couldn’t do anything to hurt me. There were times that I wanted to snap and just kill her but I wasn’t the type, I didn’t have it in my heart. There were times when she beat Derrick to the point of death, then rush him to the hospital so he could heal for the next round of beatings. I’d say he felt it the worst. He was the baby anyway. I think that’s why she targeted him more than anyone else.
This is what drove me to the streets. I wanted to due something about this I need acceptance. What better way than to join a gang. All my friends from school was in it and it seemed type cool to chill with them. I had no other option but to give in to it.

Saturday, December 24, 2005

Memories

I get High, High, High, every day
I get High, High, High, every night
I get High, High, High, High off ya memories
High off ya memories

Yea I get high, come on man pass the blunt
Imma smoke dis shit and get crunk,
See you don’t now how much you done for me
You my other brother to take up for me
I think you suposed to set a example
Yo suppose to be there when I ready to hand out my Rap Sample
But Thats how it is
Just wish we were friends as we were growin up as kids
You always had my back, you don’t know what u meant to me
But still I get high of our memories

I get High, High, High, every day
I get High, High, High, every night
I get High, High, High, High off ya memories
High off ya memories

Yea I remember when we first met
I was stupid enough to put up dat dumb bet
Now im close to 20 even over
I gotta call on a Sunday to catch cha when ya sober
You hit that lucky number 35
Dam you old see how time flies
Ready when you called to go out for a little ride
I still remember all I learned
How to stay away from bitches and never get burned
Wish I could turn back the hands of time
Rap your a present and have on time
Ill never forget all fun I had
off these memories they’ll always list
But still I get High

I get High, High, High, every day
I get High, High, High, every night
I get High, High, High, High off ya memories
High off ya memories

I get High, High, High, every day
I get High, High, High, every night
I get High, High, High, High off ya memories
High off ya memories

Sunday, July 17, 2005

Why Believe in

[Big B.]

It’s that real

How is religion as hard as friendship
Why is the Christian community designed to worship
And why are members dying if they're part of your set
And why they never there to help' but they pray to death

How come they separate you like its murder,

Turn around only give you pocket change form Kurt Warner, it's going down
How come they are selling' bibles for over a dollar
If it's all love father why you trying to holla?

[Choirs ]

How Come

All that I been learning'
Has nothing to do with what im earning
They got me on lock down
How come they treat me like that
Tried to make it even

All they said is to believe in

How come they treat me like that.

Why is death so hard
Even though it's almost over
How come my sister’s show so much disregard

How come Christians got the hope connection
Come on Now, Why they let Bush win another election

Come on, keep up

How come certain religion are so kosher

It seems like there just trying to get on Oprah

Why are there people trying to kill

Its not that simple, they cant keep up with Gods will

Why you trying to be so smart
Why ain't you a fateful by choice?
Why the whole world love my heart
Why try to tell them that’s how I roll

And you know why I made this song "son"
Because I was fed up with the old one

[Choirs ]

All that I been learning'
Has nothing to do with what im earning
They got me on lock down
How come they treat me like that
Tried to make it even

All they said is to believe in

Song Fades

Girlie

Her eyes were nice, sleak and blue
to think i didnt know her screen name, I had noe clue
I was shy, its like she was something brand new
Like the smell you get from fresh coffee, just brewed
When she sent me a picture, I could belivie my eyes
What did I do to deserve this pleasent surprise
I was thinkin to my self this is just my luck
Too bad I cant be with her what the @$#%!

Hear My Voice

When my brief clarity began to fade
The words once said just wasn't the same

My heart only wanted justification
I reach out for that notion

I speak for the laughter of the people
I share pain that was once equal

Of a fury, not being able to speak
The temple of my voice has yet to reach its true peek

I'd rather die than lose my true gift
I just wouldn't be the same without it
Just as if without my voice
Hearing is caring, it's your choice