March 2011
2 posts
Got a purple heart for war, and I ain’t never left the City
I’m like a perm. Somethin’ every girl in the ghetto need
January 2011
3 posts
I’m dancin’ with the stars, steppin’ on blow, doin’ the toe-tap
Got a buck left, shit is nothing
December 2010
26 posts
So don’t try being no devil , cuz I definitely aint no saint
When they reminiscenced over Wu, my God
I got raped when I was eleven, Twist. And I loved it
So I got with a sick ass click and went all out
Your style is generic. Mine’s authentic made
So if you really involved from the streets to the blogs
You’ll be...
I might leave in the bodybag, but never in cuffs
And if it’s not a rapper that I make it as
I’ma be a fucking rapist...
I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopie
This story takes place, back in the South Bronx
Where at the age of 14 I was...
And oh yeah…
to all them rap ass niggas wit ya half assed rhymes talkin bout...
I’ll make you famous, turn around and make you nameless
I aint sellin my soul for five mics
So if you want beef just set it
Because it don’t cost nothin to send your ass...
Burner on my lap just to get it understood
A little blood get on my daughter. That’s nothing she’ll live
…I’m ghost, One Love
….still its hard to stop me.
Especially when i connect with my man
If only these damn palm trees could speak
I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin’ callin’ me