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Friday, April 6, 2012

LYRICS: BAD BITCH N MY BED


woke up this morning bad bitch in my bed/
i don't remember f'n her… but i do remember that head/
rollin up that og feena take 2 to the head/
fuck nigga owe me… take 2 to the head/
rat nigga u a fed on top of that ur a liar/
b4 u talk to that nigga… better check and see if he wired/
big rims on my tires, buy the car and i hide it/
if u wasn't there when i brought it, u wouldn't even know i that got it/
for the low i got it, bcuz for the low i brought it/
my young niggas they whipping it… tryna double they profit/
if u aint got the money to copt it… u can still be down with my movement/
i can hit u off with consignment, but u best be able to move it/
im bad boy no diddy/
im ready to die no biggie/
this chopper holding fiddy/
u wanna kill me... u coming with me/


LAST NIGHT WAS AMAZING, JUST ASK THE BITCH IN MY BED/
I DONT WORK FOR SUBWAY, BUT I DO BE HANDLING BREAD/
ALL MY NIGGAS SHOTTA EVEN A COUPLE OF'M GOT DREADS/
EVERYBODY WON HEAVEN BUT NOBODY WON DEAD/
GOT THIS BAD BITCH AND SHE RED, THIS 45. AND ITS BLUE/
IN MY NEW WHIP & ITS BLACK, SO IS THE LOUIE PRINT ON MY SHOE/
GUNRULE IS A ZOO… RANRU IM LIKE TARZAN/
4 DIS HIT U NEED NO SCRIPT, DRUGS OVER THE COUNTER LIKE ZICAM/
FOREIGN WHIPS LOOK SICK, AMERICAN GANGSTER TRYNA BUY LAMS/
IM LIKE FRANK LUCAS ON DRY LAND, ON THE RUN FROM THAT WHITE MAN/
TRYNA DUCK AN INDICTMENT, PARAFANILIA ON MY RIGHT HAND/
NO CONNECTIONS IN THAILAND, I GET MY SAND FROM THE MEXICANS/
IMMA CORPORATE THUG NO JEEZY/
CASH MONEY… NO WEEZY/
10 IN THIS FOUR FEEZY/
WANNA KILL ME IM NOT GOIN EASY/

woke up this morning bad bitch in my bed/
i don't remember f'n her… but i do remember that head/
LAST NIGHT WAS AMAZING, JUST ASK THE BITCH IN MY BED/
I DONT WORK FOR SUBWAY, BUT I DO BE HANDLING BREAD/

LYRICS: eulogy


IM KILLIN'M 187/
CALL THE COPS 911/
THEY STOLE MY SWAG 211/
THIS THE EULOGY GUESS WHOS THE REVERN/

SHAWTY GOTTA BODY LIKE A RANGE ROVER/
AND SHE WANNA LAY OVER LIKE A CHANGE OVER/
SHE IMPRESSED WITH HERSELF BCUZ THEM LAMES WANT HER/
WELL WANT U LET A REAL NIGGA PUT THAT THANG ON YA/
SHAWTY CALLED ME UP SO I CAME OVER
SHE MADE ME PULL OUT SO I CAME ON'R/
SHE HOOK'T ON THAT D' I PUT THAT CANE ON'R/
I DONT HAVE TO STUNT' OR RUN GAME ON'R/
CIROC ON ICE… POPPIN CIALIS/
GOTTA NIGGA F'N LIKE 3 RABBITS/
2G'S A WEEK... THATS WEED HABIT/
A G FOR SOME HAIR THATS A WEAVE HABIT/
LATER FOR BEEF IM TRYNA SEE CABBAGE/
I COULD BEEN ANYTHING… EXCEPT BE AVERAGE/
I WAS JUST ON THE STREET MOVIN D PACKAGE/
NOW IM BALLIN LIKE 3 MAVERICKS/
GERALD R FORD IS WHERE MY FLIGHT LANDING/
BUT AINT NO TELLIN WHERE MY PIPE LANDING/
I GOT YA WIFE IN WHITE MANSION/
SHE'LL HATE TO GO BACK TO BURTON LANDINGS/

IM KILLIN'M 187/
CALL THE COPS 911/
THEY STOLE MY SWAG 211/
THIS THE EULOGY GUESS WHOS THE REVERN/
IM KILLIN'M 187/
CALL THE COPS 911/
THEY STOLE MY SWAG 211/
THIS THE EULOGY… GUESS WHOS THE REVERN/ (X3)

SHAWTY GOTTA BODY LIKE A BUGATTI/
I APPROACHED HER QUICK WHAT IT DO MOMMY/
INTRODUCED MYSELF AS THE NEW GOTTI/
FROM THE PASSENGER SIDE OF THAT NEW MAZI/
IM CHECKIN OUT HER SHOES THEY LIKE $240
AND HER BODY STRAPPED UP LIKE 2 40'S/
SHE IMPRESSED WITH HER SELF BCUZ SHOES MAURI/
WELL LEMME SHOW U HOW A REAL NIGGA DO SHAWTY/
SHAWTY CALLED ME UP… I'LL BE THERE SHORTLY/
SHE GOT THE BEST BRAIN EVER… DAMN NEAR DORKY/
SHE HOOKT ON THAT BOY… SO I LET'R SNORT ME/
HER PUSSY GET WET LIKE LEWIS PARK IN COURTENAY/
GERALD R FORD IS WHERE MY FLIGHT LANDING/
TOMORROW NIGHT IS WHEN THE WHITE LANDING/
AINT NO TELLIN WHERE MY PIPE LANDING/
I GOT YA WIFE FOR THE NIGHT AND IM…

IM KILLIN'M 187/
CALL THE COPS 911/
THEY STOLE MY SWAG 211/
THIS THE EULOGY GUESS WHOS THE REVERN/
SHE KILLIN'M 187/
CALL THE COPS 911/
THEY STOLE HER SWAG 211/
THIS THE EULOGY… GUESS WHOS THE REVERN/ (X3

Sunday, April 1, 2012

FREE DIGI...


GRAND RAPIDS, MI – Four men suspected of selling large amounts of cocaine in Grand Rapids have been sentenced to federal prison.
The group distributed kilograms of cocaine, federal prosecutors say.
Sergio Sosa Campos, identified in court records as one of the leaders, was sentenced by U.S. District Judge Robert Jonker to 15 years in prison for conspiracy to possess with intent to distribute cocaine.
David Gonzalez was sentenced to 17 ½ years in prison. Treylon "Digi" Urquhart was sentenced to 12 years in prison, while Francisco Javier Gutierrez was sentenced to 10 years.
They will spent at least five years on supervised release once their prison sentences end, records showed.
Federal authorities say Juan Carlos Hernandez, while free on bond, cut a GPS tether nearly a year ago, and has not been found. Another suspect, Alfredo Corona-Vazquez has not been arrested.
A seventh suspect named in the indictment was acquitted at trial.
The government said that Campos “has been distributing large amounts of cocaine in the Grand Rapids area for at least five years,” ending in late 2010. Campos and Hernandez obtained cocaine from sources in Indiana and elsewhere then used the others to make hand-to-hand deals.
Campos and his associates used a 2001 Ford Focus with “an elaborately concealed compartment to move large quantities of cocaine around Grand Rapids and avoid detection by law enforcement,” Assistant U.S. Attorney Clay Stiffler wrote in court documents.
In December 2010, undercover police bought a “large amount of cocaine from Campos and Hernandez,” which led to the arrests, the prosecutor wrote in court records.
The government said that Campos sold “well over five kilograms of cocaine.”
His attorney, Jason Ronning, said Campos is a U.S. citizen whose only previous brush with the law was an impaired driving charge a decade ago.
“His life here in West Michigan was remarkable only in that it was a stable situation with plenty of love and support from his family. He attended school until he was 18, and then he began to work, and has worked his entire adult life.”
He said his client did not reap huge financial benefits. He was arrested after suppliers “fronted” him cocaine.
“While Mr. Campos was a ‘leader’ in a local sense, he was still a middle to low level player in the larger dealing picture, and his cooperation with the government is certainly not looked upon with favor by those people.”

AUDIO: 1ST ROUND DRAFT PICK



Friday, March 16, 2012

LYRICS: IM COMETH DOWN


IM GRINDING X10

CHORUS:
BIG RIMS SWERVIN THRU THE LANE (IM COMIN DOWN)
WOOD WHEEL GRIPPIN ON THAT GRAIN (IM COMIN DOWN)
CANDY PAINT THIS COLOR COST ME CHANGE (IM COMIN DOWN)
SOLAR BARRIX MY TRUNK GOIN INSANE (IM COMIN DOWN)


ACTIVIST IN MY CUP BOY, HERROJUANA IN MY DUTCHBOY/
WET PAINT NO DUTCHBOY, AINT GOT TIME 4 U FUCK BOYZ/
LATER FOR ALL THAT FUCK SHIT, TRY ME AND GET FUCK UP/
LOVE 4 DA NIGGAS I FUX WIT, ITS FUCK YOU… IF ITS FUCK US/
VALET PULL THE TRUCK UP, STASH BOX ON BRINK TRUCK/
POCKETS SIDIBE… THAT BAR WAS PRECIOUS/
SKYBOX THATS US… 5 SHOTS NOTHIN LESS/
THAT 13 IS THE ONLY TIME WE DRINK ANYTHING THATS DARK AS US/
BRIGHT LIGHT IN THE DARK IS US, PAID SHOTTERS THEY'LL LIGHT IT UP/
IF UR A GAMBLER COME TRY YA LUCK, THESE STAKES ARE HIGH AS FUCK/
THIS SYRAQUIL GOT ME HIGH AS FUCK, IF GOT DRANK NIGGA POUR IT UP/
THESE KRYPIES FROM FLORIDA,TAKEOUT… ORDER UP/
NEED MORE? U CAN CALL US UP, WE DROP IT OFF & PICK IT UP/
THAT CHEVY TRUCK I LIFTED IT UP, LIKE CHEVY WOODS I TWIST IT UP/
THAT PURP N SPRITE I MIX IT UP, WHEN IT COME OUT SHE LICK IT OUT/
IT GOES DOWN SHE GET IT UP, SHE DROP IT LOW I HIT IT UP/


CHORUS:
BIG RIMS SWERVIN THRU THE LANE (IM COMIN DOWN)
WOOD WHEEL GRIPPIN ON THAT GRAIN (IM COMIN DOWN)
CANDY PAINT THIS COLOR COST ME CHANGE (IM COMIN DOWN)
SOLAR BARRIX MY TRUNK GOIN INSANE (IM COMIN DOWN)

DAMIER MY LOUIE BELT THE SAME/ (IM COMIN DOWN)
GUCCI CHUKKAS MY GUCCI BELT THE SAME/ (IM COMIN DOWN)
TRUE RELIGION MY SHIRT & HAT THE SAME/ (IM COMIN DOWN)
CARTIER MY WATCH MATCHES FRAMES/ (IM COMIN DOWN)


CIROC N ICE IN MY CUP BOY, OG KUSH IN MY BLUNT BOY/
SOLARBARIX IN MY TRUNK BOY, ITS LIKE BEST BUY IN MY TRUCK BOY/
FUCK YA HOE IN THAT BACKSEAT WATCHING PORNO'S ON THAT 20INCH/
I AINT TAKING THAT HOE TO HOTEL I'LL GIVE'R THE DICK BUT I AINT PAYIN A CENT/
SHOUT OUT TO MY PRE-PAID IT KEEPS ME IN CONTACT/
IM MF'N D-BOY WHY THE FUCK WOULD I NEED A CONTRACT/
DARK SKINNED WITH GREEN EYES… BITCH U KNOW THEM CONTACTS/
SO & SO PAID GREEN EYES… U KNOW HE TOOK THE CONTRACT/
45 FOR COMBAT THIS 380 I CARRY THAT/
IF IT COME TO IT I'LL LAY YA FLAT, WITH THAT 45 AND I'LL BURY THAT/
THIS 380 I'LL PASS IT ON TO MY BABY GIRL AND SHE'LL TAKE THE WRAP/
MY JEW LAWYER HE'LL TAKE THE CASE ITS A EASY WIN IT MIGHT COST A STACK/
UR FUNERAL & HER WELCOME BACK CELEBRATION WILL BE BACK 2 BACK/
MY GIXXER IS BLACK ON BLACK, STRIP CLUB THROWING RACKS ON RACKS/
IF HER ASS FAT HER STOMACH FLAT & SHE CAN THROW IT BACK SHE CAN MAKE IT RACK/
I THROW A STACK AND SHE MAKE IT CLAP, I HIT THE TRAP AND I GET IT BACK/

CHORUS:
BIG RIMS SWERVIN THRU THE LANE (IM COMIN DOWN)
WOOD WHEEL GRIPPIN ON THAT GRAIN (IM COMIN DOWN)
CANDY PAINT THIS COLOR COST ME CHANGE (IM COMIN DOWN)
SOLAR BARRIX MY TRUNK GOIN INSANE (IM COMIN DOWN)

DAMIER MY LOUIE BELT THE SAME/ (IM COMIN DOWN)
GUCCI CHUKKAS MY GUCCI BELT THE SAME/ (IM COMIN DOWN)
TRUE RELIGION MY SHIRT & HAT THE SAME/ (IM COMIN DOWN)
CARTIER MY WATCH MATCHES FRAMES/ (IM COMIN DOWN)

IM COMIN DOWN (REPEAT)

LYRICS: 1ST ROUND DRAFT PICK



THAT BITCH NIGGA PROFFERED, BUT THE PACK IS STILL POPPN/
SITTIN LOW AT STASH HOUSE COUNTING PROFITS/
I PUT HALF IN MY POCKET, PUT HALF IN THE SAFE/
TONIGHT WE GON PARTY, WE POPPN THAT ACE/
WE PULL UP IN FOREIGN PARK IN FRONT THE PLACE/
I KNOW YA BROKE NIGGAS HATIN, A 100 G'S IN YA FACE/
ALL THIS ICE GOT ME SICK I MIGHT SNEEZE IN YA FACE/
EVERYONE OF US STRAPPED I MIGHT SQUEEZE IN YA FACE/
WAIT… I HEAR YA NIGGAS TALKING EARS EVERYWHERE/
BUT WE DONT NEVER SEE U… U AINT NEVER THERE/
THESE $200 A SHOE… I GOT EVERY PAIR/
THE JEANS IN MY CLOSET IS LIKE BENTLEY FARE/
OT NC FLOSSING I SAW BENTLEY THERE/
HOPPIN OUT OF A DROP THE SAME COLOR AS CLINTON HAIR/
PYREX VISION WARE, WE ONLY COOK THE CHICKEN HERE/
REMODELED THE CRIB THATS CHICKEN FARE/

CHROUS:
YEAH THE ICE IN MY EAR THATS A CHALLENGER/
THE ICE ON MY WRIST THATS CONDO FARE/
FUCK THIS RODEO I NEED AUDIMEIR/
FUCK UP HER HAIR AND GIVE'R TAXI FARE/
YEAH ITS SOME BALLERS HERE X2

I KNOW ITS SOO HARD TO CHOOSE, CUZ WE ALL IN HERE/
YA' MAN RIDE THE BENCH IMMA STARTER DEAR/
1ST RD DRAFT IM OUTTA HERE/
YEAH ITS SOME BALLERS HERE X2
FBI HATIN, THE US MARSHALLS IS STALKING/
DEA WAITIN RIGHT OUTSIDE MY APARTMENT/
I GET THEM BRICKS AT A BARGAIN, I DOUBLED MY MARGIN/
PUT THIS ROCK ON PIPE I BET IT MELT ITS MARGARINE/
WE GOT WORD FROM A SOLDIER, HE TOLD MY LIEUTENANT/
THEY LOCATED THE SPOT, AND THEY JUST RAN UP IN IT/
I NEED TO BUY A NEW CELLY THE OLD ONE RAN OUT OF MINUTES/
I RUN THRU A BOOST LIKE I RUN THRU A PIGEON/
WAIT… I HEAR YA NIGGAS TALKING EARS EVERYWHERE/
BUT WE DONT EVER SEE U… U AINT NEVER THERE/
CRIB LIKE A PHARMACY PILLS EVERYWHERE/
CRIB LIKE A MILL STEELE EVERYWHERE/
SWEET LIKE HONEY DIPPED SALMON, IMMA GRIZZLY BEAR/
POCKETS ON PATRICE ONEIL, I NEED A FISHING SCALE/
CHELLO CALLED HIS COCAINE MONEY THAT SHIT WAS REAL/
DROP THE MONEY IN THE WATER LIKE A WISHIN WELL/

CHOROUS:
YEAH THE ICE IN MY EAR CLEAR AS BELVEDERE/
THE ICE ON MY WRIST THATS A RENTED LEAR/
FUCK THIS RODEO I NEED AUDIMIER/
FUCK UP HER HAIR AND GIVE'R TAXI FARE/

YEAH ITS SOME BALLERS HERE X2
I KNOW ITS SOO HARD TO CHOOSE, CUZ WE ALL IN HERE/
YA' MAN RIDE THE BENCH IMMA STARTER DEAR/
1ST RD DRAFT IM OUTTA HERE/
YEAH ITS SOME BALLERS HERE X2

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

LYRICS: MY ENVIROMENT TEKH TOGO FT JUMBO, RANRU

MY ENVIROMENT LOCO… RANRU TOGO/

JUMBO… LET THE GUN GO… POSTAL/

SF LOGO ALL OVER MY POLO/

THIS WATCH IS PROMO, PROMINENT BLACK MOGULS/

BACK IN 03 I HAD THAT BRANDNEW 04/

DALVINS POKING OUT LIKE THE TITS ON COCOA/

COMING THRU DOLO DELIVERING LETTIN O'S GO/

NOW WE MOVING CRAZY CHICKENS EL POLLO LOCO/

GET KNOCK FOR SOME SHIT U DIDNT DO LIKE NO NO/

NIGGAS CALLED HIM SNITCH. BITCH EVEN HOMO/

SOON AS HE BEAT THE FEDS THEY JUMP ON HIS STICK… POGO

UH OH… THERE GO THE COPS DONT STOP/

HIGH SPEED CHASES THRU THE BLOCKS F' SWAT/

THE SHOTGUN POPS THRU THE WINDOW… BUCKSHOTS/

10 YEARS LATER THEY SOLVE IT FUCK COPS/

IN THE TRUNK 2 BLOCKS ROAD BLOCK DRUNK STOP/

I AINT WORRIED ABOUT A DUI IM HOT/

THEY WORRIED ABOUT THE FBI… IM NOT/

I KNEW WHAT I WAS GETTING INTO WHEN I COPT/

STAY FOCUSED 3RD EYE OPEN… WHY NOT/


Monday, January 2, 2012

LETS SAY A PRAYER...


LETS SAY A PRAYER FOR THOSE WHO AINT HERE & THOSE WHO CANT BE HERE!

DEAR GOD FORGIVE US FOR OUR PAST & FUTURE SINS... THE SINS WE COMMITTED KNOWINGLY & UNKNOWINGLY... WATCH OVER MY LOVED ONES... GUARD US & PROTECT US FROM SATAN... YOU SAID ASK AND SHALL BE GIVING... AMEN

Saturday, December 3, 2011

LYRICS: COCAINE FLEE MARKET FT. BUB BENTLEY BILLIONAIR


she said she want a nigga, well looking at'm/
no window shop'n we buy'm f' look at'm/
i had'r doing shit that she couldn't fathom/
vacationed so long they thought the feds had'm/
she was rocking red bottoms when they wasn't pop'n/
u never seen us in the mall & we wasn't shopping/
rather car shopping or bra shopping/
we out copping, balling while the law watching/
watching law & order in the loft popping/
bottles, u should see the view its jaw dropping/
if u seen me wit ya chick u know'r drawls dropping/
thats elementary dear watson/
i usta to keep the blocks on straight & watson/
and transport rocks in a grey datsun/
(shootouts) mac 90's & k's choppin/
switch clothes, come thru with the blades choppin/
baggies baking soda blade coppin/
on tuesday & thursdays they raid… plottin/
standing over the pot watching, that a1 drop rocking/
half a key in the pot locking, thats a mf drop rocking/
brand new whip parking, and my mf rims sparkling/
wholesale brick bargain, were like cocaine flee market/
u cant find better product, especially if u tryna make a profit/