| About Me |
MEE/ MONICA/ DIS CHICK RITE HERE
everyone just loves to GOSSIP uh...
i dont give a fuck no more i'm mute to people
im guna be me and if you wanna sit back and watch BE MY GUEST
MY life, love, air, MY IPOD ..
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| Specifics |
| Gender: |
Female |
| Sexuality: |
Straight |
| Relationship: |
No Answer |
| Location: |
Canada |
| Birthday: |
February 12, 1991 |
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| Interests |
| Music: |
Nas is proper.
Kanye West , CASSIDY &
Lupe fiasco
kanye's cleeean
"I feel like there's still niggas that owe me checks
I feel like there's still bitches that owe me sex
I feel like this but niggas don't know this stress
I lost the only girl in the world that know me best
I got the money and the fame and that don't mean shit
I got the Jesus on a chain, man that don't mean shit
Cause when the Jesus pieces can't bring me peace
Sure I need just at least one of Russell's nieces
I let my nightmares go
I put on, everybody that I knew from the go
I know hoes that was frontin when they knew he was broke
They say damn, yeezy yeezy, you don't know us no more
You got that big fame homie, and you just changed homie
You can ask big homie, man the top sure lonely
It's cool to love to win but it's better to hate to lose
There's only one Nas by the hundred thousand you's
You lose money chasing women, never lose women chasing money
Niggas is broke plus the Wolves is hungry
Morgues full of dead niggas who was taking money
Morgues full of niggas with the last shit they ate in they stomach
Spinach and steak, GORE-TEX boot prints still on his face
His still on his face when we revisit his wake
Whatever's undone I'd do it, fight against a whole army
One gun I'll use it, some son two shit
Creeping on ya like walking pneumonia
You're far from opponents; we could spar for the moments
I stay in deceitful conversations with creep with foul natures
Attempted murders trials, the basics
Threatening the witnesses and relatives of dead victims
It's the shit we live, uh, Queensbridge thug matrimony, clap a phony
Bullets even hit a crack-head in his Abercrombie
Psycho analyst was asking me what happened to me?
See the yacht got to me, then the gat got to me
Then the homies on the block with the stacks of money
Then these beautiful bitches was bending backs for me
Then lames put the rap game in a casket slowly
Man I don't give a fuck, this is rap to me
"GHETTO RICH"
"This shit is wicked on these mean streets
None of my friends speak
We're all tryin' to win, but then again
Maybe it's for the best though, 'cause when they're seein' too much
You know they're tryin' to get you touched
Whoever said illegal was the easy way out couldn't understand the
mechanics
And the workings of the underworld, granted
Nine to five is how to survive, I ain't tryin' to survive
I'm tryin' to live it to the limit and love it a lot
Life ills, poison my body
I used to say 'fuck mic skills,' and never prayed to God, I prayed to
Gotti
That's right it's wicked, that's life I live it
Ain't askin' for forgiveness for my sins, endz
I break bread with the late heads, picking their brains for angles on
all the evils that the game'll do
It gets dangerous, money and power is changing us
And now we're lethal, infected with D'Evils..." |
| Television: |
Fresh Prince |
| Books: |
We'll never tell,
Playing with Destiny,
Thug Matrimony, |
| Foods: |
Italianoo , pastaah |
| Drinks: |
Arizona, hood drink. |
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| Member Facts |
| Join Date: |
May 3, 2008 |
| Profile Views: |
11483 |
| Total Logins: |
549 |
| Last Active: |
8 hours ago |
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