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icandy tiara (exclusive)

tiara(exclusive): hey dickie

drey: what's good b!tch?

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happy b-day terriara

today's da day shorty grows up.
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don't get caught

"what's behind dat shit, u both push bricks
but u gon' make a statement, & sign dat shit???"
-beanie sigel

Trunk full of Yoda heated situation
flashlight in my eyes he want my registration
should I stay should I run
got hard got soft got pills got guns
my drivers license is revoked
just got done burning so I know he smell the smoke
but never let 'em see you sweat
'cause if he search your trunk he might find the tek.
Or a bag full of O's
wrapped in duct tape nigga between some dirty ass clothes
But I talk to him the right way
he told me slow it down and have a nice day.

You can do your thang shawty its okay to floss
but its still one rule player don't get caught.
cause everything you gain dog and everything you lost
but its still one rule pimping don't get caught.
fuck every hoe you hit dog and every hoe you toss
cause its still one rule player don't get caught.
you can ride clean shorty you ain't gotta walk
but its still one rule player don't get caught

Some niggas rob some niggas slang
some niggas stack some niggas bang
but I congratulate not player hate
you in the streets pimping make your move get your cake
fuck what you heard through the grapevine
get outta line nigga I'm gonna straighten mine
and I don't believe in wastin time
well catch them hoes later stay on your grind
gotta a low tolerance for ignorance
you're thinking pleasure I'm thinking business
the streets didn't raise no fool
when you live by the code nigga it's only one rule

Got the phone call had a funny feeling
told him everything was cool and I was chilling
we used to chill out and smoke blunts
and I ain't seen him in a while maybe a couple months
said he wanna holla he seemed anxious
first thing on my mind go and get the stainless
make his folks pay a ransom about him
on that bullshit make a good example out him
this nigga hot he on fire
I hope his ass ain't wearing no wire
naw dog he bullshitting
said his partner set him up the nigga snitching

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errbody...

?uestion: why did the drey get drunk at the supermarket?
answer: 'cause he swallowed 3 shots(more like cups) of some 8 & 5
year old rum when the girl asked if he was interested in
a taste test? alcohol taste test? hell yeah. blogging this 3½
hrs later stiiiiiiiiiiiiiil tipsy. happy nu year y'all.
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not tonite

"...suck him to sleep, I took the keys to the jeep..."

I know a dude named Jimmy used to run up in me
Night time pissy drunk off the henny & remy
I didn't mind it, when he fucked me from behind
It felt fine, 'specially when he used to grind it
He was a trick when I sucked his dick
Used to pass me bricks, credit cards and shit
Suck him to sleep,I took the keys to the jeep
Tell him "I'll be back," go fuck with some other cats
Flirtin', gettin' numbers, in the summer, hoe hop
Raw top in my mans drop
Then this homey Jimmy, he's scremain "Gimme,"
Lay me on my back, bustin' nuts all in me
After ten times we fucked, I think I bust twice
He was nice, kept my neck filled with ice
Put me in Chanel, kept me out nice
Cold suckin' his dick, rockin' tha mike
It was somethin' about this dude I couldn't stand
Somethin' that coulda made his ass a real man
Somethin' I wanted, but I never was pushy
the motherfucker never ate my pussy

I don't want dick tonight, eat my pussy right
Uh, uh, uh, uh Lil' Kim, Lil' Kim, bring it to me now

I know a dude named Ron Doo push a Q
Had a wild crew on Flatbush and Avenue U
Had a weed spot, used to pump African black
He used to, seal his bag so his workers wouldn't tap
I used to see him, in the tunnel, with fuckers at dawn
Whisper in my ear he wanna get his fuck on
I dug him, so I fucked him, it wasn't nuttin'
He wanted me to suck him, but I didn't, I aint frontin'
The sex was wack, a four stroke creep
I jumped on his dick, rode his ass to sleep
He called next week, askin' why I aint beep him
"I thought your ass was still sleepin."
He laughed, told me he bought a new Path
Could he come over right fast and fuck my pretty ass?
I'll pass, nigga the dick was trash
If sex was record sales you would be double glass
The only way you seein' me is if you eatin' me
Downtown, taste my love like Horace Brown
Tryin' to impress me with your five G stones
I give you ten G's nigga if you leave me alone, screamin'

The moral of the story is this
You aint lickin' this, you aint stickin' this
And I got witnesses, ask any nigga I been with
They aint hit shit till they stuck they tongue in this
I aint with that frontin' shit
I got my own Benz, I got my own ends, immediate friends
Me and my girls rock worlds, some big niggas
Fuck for car keys, and double digit figures
Good dick I cherish, I could be blunt
I treat it like it's precious, I aint gonna front
For limp dick niggas, that's frontin' like they willy
Suck my pussy till they kill me, you feel me?

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michael jordan on success:

“I’ve missed more than 9,000 shots in my career.

I’ve lost almost 300 games.

26 times I’ve been trusted to take the

game winning shot and missed.

I’ve failed over and over and over again

in my life and that is why I succeed.”

– Michael Jordan

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BREAKING NEWS: Hip Hop has reportedly come back from the dead

by: LuRock Jones (ahh.com)
After being diagnosed with a terminal disease after the 2006 outbreak of Laffy Taffy hip hop had been getting weaker rapidly. She was later pronounced dead December 19 2006 by recording artist Nas. Many of her followers had lost hope after the years without any sign of her but others stood stedfast in the belief she would one day return. Even after reports began to surface that she had been murdered, police could not press charges because of the abundance of suspects....

Almost 3 years later rumors have gained traction that her return was eminent. Some believe that she has reincarnated through several characters.

Most known of her Characters was Kanye West who has since drawn scruntiny for excesive creativity, unpredictability and abuse of the dying fad auto-tune. He has also been charged with several counts of faggotry (aaahahahahaaaa) overall just being suspect.

Also from the city of Chicago reigns another one of her known characters Lupe Fiasco. Lupe has also drawn scrutiny for his disappearing acts and is charged with weirdness.

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brooklyn, stand up

pap's flow is ridic' on this one.
sorry, no lurrx

papoose - brooklyn stand up

Papoose was born on December 31, 1978 in the Bedford-Stuyvesant section of Brooklyn, New York, Papoose made his first attempts at rapping at the age of 11. He was given his name by his grandma Vivian because of his childhood resemblance to a Native American child. Inspired by Big Daddy Kane, Kool G Rap, Notorious B.I.G., and Big L [2] he made his first recorded appearance in 1998 on Kool G Rap's Roots of Evil album.[1] The following year, he released his first single, "Thug Connection"/"Alphabetical Slaughter".[3]

On August 24, 2006, his official website announced that he had signed with Jive Records in a deal worth $1.5 million.[1] An album to be called The Nacirema Dream ("American" spelled backwards) was planned.[4] However, in September 2007, Kay Slay revealed that he and Papoose had left Jive, commenting that they had "almost [become] victims of A&R hell."[5] On 21 Gun Salute, Papoose said that he was able to keep the $1.5 million in spite of not releasing an album.

In 2008, Papoose issued a statement saying that he and fellow rapper Remy Ma were to be married, but due to Ma's impending jail sentence of potentially up to 15–25 years, that the couple had changed their plans and intend to marry in prison instead.[6] Papoose planned to wed his fiance while in prison, but the wedding was called off for one day after he attempted to smuggle a handcuffs key into prison on their wedding day in May 2008. After the incident, Papoose married Remy Ma the next day inside the courtroom right before sentencing and was barred from visiting her for six months.

After an early record deal failed, he decided to produce and sell his own mixtapes,[1] one of which he presented to DJ Kay Slay outside the offices of New York's Hot 97 after the latter's radio show there.[7] This led to Kay Slay inviting Papoose onto the air, and, impressed by his rendition of "Alphabetical Slaughter", signing him to his Streetsweepers Entertainment label. He continued to release mixtapes at a prolific rate – over a dozen between 2004 and 2006[1] – and won the Justo Mixtape Award for Best Underground Artist in 2005.[3] His 22nd Mixtape, Military Grind is set to come out in summer 2009.


[edit] Dispute with Fat Joe
On Feb 29, 2008, Papoose and Bronx rapper Fat Joe were engaged in physical altercation in Cassidy's room at The Holiday Inn Hotel in North Carolina, after Fat Joe and 9 Members of his Entourage stormed into Cassidy’s room. Fat Joe started yelling at Papoose, “You got a problem with me?” to which Papoose replied, “No, do you have a problem?” When Fat Joe responded ”Yeah, I got a problem with you,” Papoose punched Fat Joe in the face twice. Papoose was then rushed by Fat Joe's entourage until hotel security stopped the fight. This altercation stemmed from Fat Joe releasing Papoose's girlfriend, Remy Ma, from his record label. It may also have stemmed from Papoose being on radio with 50 Cent, who has had long standing rivalry with Joe, while 50 criticized Joe.[citation needed]


[edit] Music
One of his most notable songs is one where Papoose raps using all the letters of the alphabet in the form of alliteration entitled "Alphabetical Slaughter".

More recently he made a song called "Change Gon’ Come (50 Shots)", that talks about the Sean Bell shooting, in which an unarmed man was shot at fifty times by New York police.[8] The song concludes with a sample of fifty gunshots.

He has made appearances on songs by Nas, AZ, Common, Talib Kweli, Kool G Rap, Ghostface Killah, Maino, Busta Rhymes, Tupac Shakur (on the posthumous album Pac's Life), Sheek Louch, Lil Eazy E, Chamillionaire, Hell Rell, Jadakiss, Cam'ron, Jim Jones and C-Murder.

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gunplay

wanna learn how to threaten someone's life via bullet...?
one of drey's favorite cut period!!!

noyd---------------------------------------prodigy (of mobb deep)

[noyd]

Yo, you know who we be
The R-A double P, E-R
Niggaz f**k with this
And they get sent to the E-R
I see y'all flashing, diamonds, dancing, shining
Keep your head up
Cause you'll get wet up
Flashing diamonds, dancing, shining
But thugs like me, repping QBC
Is a place when is cold out, niggaz go all out
Make the dogs bark, you know nigga the gunz spark
Drama we into, and bring it to you physical
With four-fives, four nines
Gunz aint a thang duke
You know what them thangs do
Swing and lay whole crew
There's tension in the air
Better chill when I'm telling you
I know you down from eighty-five live
You ain't scared to die
You getting dough and getting by
Yadda yadda yah
But its real when the H-N-I-C
And the R-A double P
Strap with them G-U-N-Zs nigga

My gunz pop & your gunz pop
We could go out shot for shot
We can do it to the gun bolt lock
Bust nonstop, y'all niggaz want a gun play
(x2)

[Prodigy]
Really, lets do it here and now
We dont negotiate
We dont settle out, we pull a heavy metal out
We make niggaz shit, make niggaz piss
Niggaz humble when my duns rumble
Go ahead pop your gun
We got those too, this ain't nothin' new
You aint a threat
Whatcha a gangsta, you a vet
Whatcha you a thug who demand respect
Like I give a shit
Nigga I'll give a clip to your abs
You get torn up f**king with P
You'll get it bad
Its like the same old song
Let nigga front, blow his top off
And I'm not in the wrong
Cause nigga deserve every piece of death they get
Every piece of bullet, every chunk of flesh they lose
You knew the rules, you knew what you was getting into
You touch me, so its mandatory that I hit you

[Noyd]
Yo, yo, yo
We aint shooting doors
We kicking doors down
Bucking your broads
Dont let me catch you, eye you up
And then draws, we murder y'all
Criminal minds, pack nines when they rock
Foul way y'all sound
Thats how we get down till they rot
If your gunz pop nigga, my gun pop
Do the math, somebody ass gonn be up in a box
Its not me, no days, no nights
And you, no more rocking your red
Guccis with your Nikes

[Prodigy]
True, no more fronting like you larger than life
Nigga I'll terminate your days, cancel your nights
It's not a problem, holla at my dawgs
Show you how to work them guns
fuck a spare clip, we got extra drums
That'll handicap your team
Till y'all bleed all over the street
Whilst I, get the fuck up and outta here quick
And if ur man wanna ride, for your bum ass
and shit nigga

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crotch shots anyone?

there's a man 4 every woman.

there's a website/page 4 every perv.

thanks for abrubtly ending drey's

online celeb-crotch-pic search.

if money is the root of all evil;

then pussy's gotta be the tree.

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ciara,open wide baaaaaaaaby

alicia's hoof

lil' kim. aaaaaaahh lil' kim

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myspace jumpoff

Hey, My name Grafh baby
Im coming to town
With the NY sign on the front of my crown
While yall running around stuck on the ground
Im in a plane looking at the wing cuttin the cloud
I get to humping around
Im dirty im from the bottom
Im from under the ground
Ya heard me
I like it real nasty baby
Please dont try to keep it classy baby(No)
I want my lips on your skin
Start from your neck to the tip of your chin
Your breathing
And we aint start beggining to sin
Your ready to cum and i only put an inch of it in
(I like that) (Splash)
I let it drip to the end
You wind your waist and try twist till it spin
Who would of thought it would have been what it been
When i met you on myspace and got picked as a friend

(Chorus)
I said jumpoff (hey)
You my myspace jumpoff (hey)
Home girl jumpoff (hey)
You my myspace jumpoff
Jumpoff
BOING
Jumpoff (hey)
You my myspace jumpoff (hey)
Home girl jumpoff (hey)
You my myspace jumpoff
Jumpoff
BOING

Now show me what you want me to see girl
How fly do you want me to be girl
Im superfly when i step on stage
But this all started when you checked my page
And you love my songs and all the mess that I say
So you sent me a text and I replied yes I may (Amen)
Now I read that text
It said somethin somethin somethin somethin sex
Thats the only words that I remembered in the text
Started on the keyboard then ended on your chest
Started with a maybe that ended with a yes
Started betwen your legs and ended on your breast
You started off texting flirting
When you heard make it hot the uneditied version
You sent me some pics but naked and twirkin
You look good online but look better in person

Now im finna drop bombs
Grafh Blackhand you can log on
But if you wanna hop on you can log on to my balls like my draws got a dot com
I sold rocks the color of popcorn
Now im in a drop with some of the top gone
It might be a benz or jag
But now im looking for some friends to add
Text me baby send me a ?
So I can hop off this laptop and get in your a** (text me)
Tell me girl tell me your past (text me)
I just wanna suplex and smash
You sexy a** you know
Do you drink?
Do you smoke?
Tell me what you like
What you dont
So when we meet up we aint gotta talk

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i used to love h.e.r.

I met this girl, when I was ten years old
And what I loved most she had so much soul
She was old school, when I was just a shorty
Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me
On the regular, not a church girl she was secular
Not about the money, no studs was mic checkin her
But I respected her, she hit me in the heart
A few new york niggaz, had did her in the park
But she was there for me, and I was there for her
Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her
And just cool out, cool out and listen to her
Sittin on a bone, wishin that I could do her
Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be
Because we related, physically and mentally
And she was fun then, Id be geeked when shed come around
Slim was fresh yo, when she was underground
Original, pure untampered and down sister
Boy I tell ya, I miss her

Now periodically I would see
Ol' girl at the clubs, and at the house parties
She didnt have a body but she started gettin thick quick
Did a couple of videos and became afrocentric
Out goes the weave, in goes the braids beads medallions
She was on that tip about, stoppin the violence
About my people she was teachin me
By not preachin to me but speakin to me
In a method that was leisurely, so easily I approached
She dug my rap, thats how we got close
But then she broke to the west coast, and that was cool
Cause around the same time, I went away to school
And Im a man of expandin, so why should I stand in her way
She probably get her money in l.a.
And she did stud, she got big pub but what was foul
She said that the pro-black, was goin out of style
She said, afrocentricity, was of the past
So she got into r&b hip-house bass and jazz
Now black music is black music and its all good
I wasnt salty, she was with the boyz in the hood
Cause that was good for her, she was becomin well rounded
I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle shit
Just havin fun, not worried about anyone
And you could tell, by how her titties hung

I might've failed to mention that the shit was creative
But once the man got you well he altered the native
Told her if she got an energetic gimmick
That she could make money, and she did it like a dummy
Now I see her in commercials, shes universal
She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle
Now she be in the burbs lickin rock and dressin hip
And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the city
Talkin about poppin glocks servin rocks and hittin switches
Now shes a gangsta rollin with gangsta bitches
Always smokin blunts and gettin drunk
Tellin me sad stories, now she only fucks with the funk
Stressin how hardcore and real she is
She was really the realest, before she got into showbiz
I did her, not just to say that I did it
But Im committed, but so many niggaz hit it
That shes just not the same lettin all these groupies do her
I see niggaz slammin her, and takin her to the sewer
But ima take her back hopin that the shit stop
Cause who Im talkin bout yall is hip-hop


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dedication

drey remembers vividly when joey's 2nd album dropped ('96/'97),
around the time of az's doe or die joint. this is what
a shout-out joint sounds like...

Whattup juju?
Uhh, whattup beatnuts?
All them dominicans in corona
Bobbito, stretch, my nigga funk flex
This is the dedication
Yeah, punisher big dog in the house
Full-a-clips crew
Rated r, my nigga domingo
East new york representin, check it

Before I start, you know I gotta
Pay homage and respect to afrika bambaata
Zulu nation, for twenty years of work
Fat joe wouldnt be on if it wasnt for red alert
Chris lighty, I hope the reign never ends
Violator records, now featuring the twinz
Diamond d, for believing in me
Showbiz & a.g., the whole d.i.t.c.
My nigga g. rap, forever got your back
Whether its with the macs or on a premo track
Aiyyo guru, you know I love you to death
Peace to redman, apache, vinnie and treach
Nevertheless, on the other side of town
Theres my brother lord finesse gettin down for his crown
Dj sirs, killin shit, word to god
Peace to funkmaster flex and the whole flip squad
Nice and smooth, hey yo you know the situation
In case you havent heard this jam is called the dedication

Yo its the dedication
To all my niggaz one love
From the heart dedication
The dedication
To all my niggaz one love..

Hey yo fuck all the rest, Im givin love to wu-tang
My nigga chef and big meth, keep doin your thang
Tony starks, ason, and the rest of the crew
All my niggaz from shaolin, you know how we do
James todd smith, for inspirin me
And all the funny-ass promoters who be hirin me
Knowledge reigns supreme, yo you know youre the best
Make sure you get that message that I left with west
Anyhows, on the other side of things
Big nas, l.e.s., and mobb deep from queens
Puff daddy, get the millions kid
Nuff props and respect to notorious b.i.g.
Dj clue, you know I cant forget you
Doo wop, s&s, oh yeah and ron g too
Craig g, forever tryin to live like me
And of course the one and only dj kid capri

Yo its the dedication
To all my niggaz one love
From the heart dedication
The dedication
To all my niggaz one love
From the heart dedication
The dedication
To all my niggaz one love
From the heart dedication
The dedication
To all my niggaz one love..

Yeah, this joint right here, is dedicated
To all the real niggaz in hip-hop, uhh
What up puba?
Whattup my nigga kool mike ski?
I aint forget ya, l.a. luve
Sadat x, das efx
Everybody else, representin the real in hip-hop
Word to mother
Little heck, the whole ts crew
Big power, gizmo
And we out.

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