End Of The Road

End Of The Road




Ya Longtemps que j'ai pas ecrit de quoi ici...c peu etre que jme rend compte quey a de moins en moins de monde qui lise! Spour sa Que jarrete sa drette la....spa que g pu rien a ecrire...mais a quoi bon ecrire si personne comprend!? Nobody understand....jrelisai des article pi les commentaires qui son ecri...plusieur mdise a quel point y maime pi qui mlacheront jamais....mais pour la plupart....c personne qui mon dit qui mlacherai jamais osn maintenant parti..en dehors de ma vie! Les paroles reste rarement longtmeps...les gestes eux si ils ne sont pas poser soubli et disparaisse. Jfai souvent des erreurs et plusiweurs personne peuvent men vouloir...peuvent avoir envi de mvoir disparaitre..! Mais jaccuse les talkshiteu,les haters et tout ceu qui veule ma tete dpa savoir de quoi il parle...les supposition ne peuvent servir daccusation....mais sa encore jpa sur que yailel de gens qui arrive a comprendre sa. Do I hurt Somebody...but do Somebody Hurt me?...ya des gens qui pense quetre bad ak kk1...stun droit acquis..mais que la replique na pas sa place..! peu importe...jecri pi jecri mais personne lira!

Bonne vie a Vous Tous! Vivez en Fonctions de vos reve et non en fonction de ske les otres reves pour vous!

# Posté le samedi 02 mai 2009 17:18

Mo' Paper



I'm on my grind, fuck bitches money on my mind
Hoe get in line, respect me like a stop sign
I'm in my prime, the brights you see it's my time
But fuck my wrists I need that money in my palm
Sellin palm trees, in beaches in shorts sleeves
Fly your beach down here bet ya she won't leave
Exspensive car keys and glasses, t-shirts, pants's
I keep money on me like dancers, Si
Everybody got problems, and money is the answer
The teacher ain't pickin everybody with they hands up
What are we to do but get paid, get ya grass up
Number one fan of the money, join the fan club
These boys don't know paper like I know paper,
Nigga I'm still on 2004 paper, I'm tryin to get some more paper
I ain't tryin to die with no paper

# Posté le mardi 03 février 2009 18:49

Are You Waiting For me?

Are You Waiting For me?



I been standin here waitin here mr. postman
So-o-o patiently
for just a card, for just a letter
sayin is he comin home to me


Thats right darlin'
Its ya baby baby! (hah)
I got her waitin on me
she lookin down tha block
she see me walkin' up and she run to the mailbox
she say its feels like she's up in a cell block
and I open her cell lock
Im the:


postman


Just come to make my mail drop
more masculine than him
im nastier than him
im passin her and him
in something faster than them
and then he like: damn there go that bastard again
He the:


postman


and she correct him
and I respect her
and he protect her
and she neglect him
and he caress her
and she molest me
he must be weak 'cause me, I'm just the


postman

and when her man home,
Im the ghost, man
why you think she holdin that pillow close man?
why you think she wont open the bathroom door?
shes no whore she want more of the


postman


Girlfriend snatcher, i dont care if your attached,
if thats her, then thats her,
and thats me to smash her,
now she hanging up her high ass skirt on the

(postman)

yeah baby i got that comeback,
I'll melt your walls like a thumbtack,
so miss humpback i know what to do with all that,
fall back, I'll put you in the center

(postman)

That's big talk for a little guy,
But im walkin without reply,
she got her legs up, she tryin to walk in da sky,
she calling for god, and she callin on I
she say:

(postman)

I'm like: "yea baby, im right here baby, he's here baby!"
She like: "yea baby!"
heres a chain letter and some magazines, keep it clean,
he will never think it was the

(postman)


yeah she love my gangsta, she feel my swagger,
I'm there every week just to give her her package,
I pick up her bills and I pick up her taxes,
You might find a few STAMPS on your mattress from the

(postman)

She want young holly grove in a envelope, im her private note and
you aint gotta know, im her fantasy,
she always got letters on the canopy, waiting for the



no postal service i just got my social workin', and your girl is lurkin',
and this world is dirty, and your girl is nervous,
to give me head in the convertible im the



kind and curtious, she love that in me, she love me in her,
and i love that plenty, it never fails, im sorry homeboy, but you got mail, im the Postman

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# Posté le lundi 26 janvier 2009 17:05

Love Me Or Hate Me




I've Been Through It All, The Fails
Tha Falls I'm Like Niagra But
But I Got Right Back Up Like Viagra
I Am Agricluture, Swagger So Mean
It Might Insult Ya(Ha) I'm Like An Ultra Vulture
I Fuck Around And Catipult Ya
Taught Ya
Thought Yo Parents Taught Ya
You guys is Trocha
I'm Gon Buenos Noches
Flow scorch ya
And I Don't Even Write
No Author
So Harder
So Smarter
All About A Dollar Like 4 Quarters
Oh Father Will Tonight Be My Last
And If So Make Sure My Kids See My Cash
And I Know I'm Solid Like An Elbow Cast
And My Future Will Be Better Than My Past

You Can Love Me Or Hate Me I Swear It Won't Make Me Or Break Me
I'm Goin Wherever Tha Money Take Me Until They Funeral Awake Me
And Don't Wake Me Cause I'm Sleepin I'm Dreamin' I Kno That There Is
A Better Way Cause I've Seen It Lord But Just Pass The Money It's So
Convenient And I Need It Say I Need It


Share My Blood Feed My Family My Flow Would Have To
Pleasd Insanity So sick I need geys anatomy Acid Like A
Busto Com Battery I'm Cool Like L.A Nights I'm Tight Like Ballet
Tights A Juelz I Swear Of Tha Day I Pissed Crystal These Bitches
Tryna Kick It Like "Jun Tile" I Gotta Watch My Head In Tha Battle I'm Just
Tryna Stare Ahead Of My Shadow And I'm Flown Like A Boat And A Paddle
Ali-Gators And Raddle Snakes But I Promise I Will Take A Nigga Off Like Saturday
Got Money To Validate I'm Icy Like Carrot Cake Different Color Of Diamonds
Make Me Look Like A Salad Plate, I'm Straight Out Tha Alley Way It's Tha Nigga Ya
Daddy Hate











# Posté le dimanche 18 janvier 2009 12:47

My God Is My Judge, Nobody Else






To you
Forever, from me to you
I heard somebody said church, I'ma need a suit
I'ma need a coup
I wont need a roof
Flyer than Beetle juice
Beetle juice
Be-the-juice
I got the floor, I'm tryna see the roof
Didn't wear a bulletproof
So I got shot and you can see the Proof
Blind eyes can look at me to see the truth
Wonder Stevie do?
But I'ma Leave it to
God, not Beaver
Neither
You
Cause I'ma murder, why I kill ol' and even you?
Man, I got Summer hating on me cause I'm hotter than the sun
Got Spring hating on me cause I ain't never sprung
Winter hating on me cause I'm colder than ya'll
And I would never, I would never, I would never Fall
I'm being hated on by the seasons
So fuck ya'll who hating for no reason!

Yeah
I been in and out the bank, bitch!
While all ya'll asshole haters been on the same shit
I flush, and watch it go down the drain quick
And when they snooze,
WE UP
FEET UP
Like a paraplegia
Or paraplegic
I parallel park
I know my role
And I play it well
And I wear it well
On my Libra Scale
I suck a pussy
Fuck a pussy
Leave it there
Long hair don't even care


It's my go"
Yeah
And I'ma go
Opposite of soft
Off
The Richter
Hector Camacho Man Randy Savage
Far from average
Above status-
Quo
Flow
Pro
I know
I rise slow
And when I pass
They say "what up, killer man?" Stop bringing up my past!


And I swear to everything, when I leave this Earth



It's gonna be on both feet
Never knees
In the dirt



The driver fuckable, when I squeeze it hurts
Fine
We lose two lives
Yours and mines





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# Posté le mercredi 07 janvier 2009 14:30

Modifié le jeudi 15 janvier 2009 16:59