I went home with no express win
The way me and SW always do
How was I to know
not just gogy but
others topfeed, too

bonesaw never messes with low turrets
but i saw VivA take a little risk :p
Send me blid, guns and money
or Nuk will get me out of this, hyeah

h2o leeches for his cashers
Somehow AndrewMose got fluffed
KoH finished ranked between braden
And fazer
And crest thinks i'm out of luck
Yes afaik says im out of luck
Well xin says there's no such thing as luck

tits is hiding in GDI
cx's win makes me feel desperate man
Send blid, guns and money
fluff it,
just send me oldman.

just send me oldman.

All right
Send blid, guns and money
Huh!
Uh...
Send blid, guns and money
Uhh!
Send blid, guns and money
Hyah!
Send blid, guns and money
Ooh!
Yeah!
Yeah
Yeah...
Uh!



sung to:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QPlMmwOq7U8

special fluff you to h2o, and a reminder that he got deleted for having a landfarm and then promptly attacked me 6 times with a third account. this post in response to the latest idiot country names. youre cheating slime, not a martyr

i don't think it takes a "crazy lunatic" to see a connection between him getting deleted (for cheating) and me being hit 6x an hour later by a previously non-attacking country - while i was in the top ten with an 8m turret break. does that sort of thing ever happen normally? of course not. you'd have to be a crazy lunatic to think it was random. do the people making these names have any idea with regard to all the things that have happened with h2o, or are they just clueless lackeys?

let's see, there's what happened two sets ago, described above.

there are the times h2o asked for leeches on the laf forum to help him do better. the many many times he tried to get away with leeching.

there are the times i attacked him for leeching, and then all his leech allies hit me back for him. actually i believe he's been deleted twice for this sort of thing. he's been purpled at least three times in express. there have been times he's hit me when it's obvious i could retal, and then when i start gearing up for the retal, one of his allies hits me.

there are the times he hit people just to be a fluff, like he did to one of seth's countries. attacked it because it was better than him, seth retaled, and he attacked again. no reason, just a fluff. he's done it to azn as well i think.

theres the time he hit me and i retaled, and he ROR'd and wrote back advising me not to do anything crazy because i still had a chance to win. yes, i have a chance to win, and you grabbed me and ROR'd me. thats cool

theres the time his mystery all-x def ally who had made no attacks all set top fed me in a set it looked like i was going to win... this one attack coming 20 minutes before end-game gdi protection kicked in, a useless attack with 6 hours left in the game that did nothing but fluff my finish.

the dude has no compunction about any kind of cheating or bad behavior. factor in that he'll attack every 2 hours for 5 days straight in express and it's obvious he's one of the most damaged and fluffed up people to ever play the game.

there you go, hope you enjoy getting this reaction out of me with your troll country names. you're a disgusting weasel of a human being that shouldn't have the audacity to talk back or pose as a victim after all the things you've done. in a fair world, you would be banished from the game

christopher george was his slave name, son

hahahaha :)

ur so hilarious blid. EPIC POST.

vic I should be part of that song too !

there you go s dubs :p

Cocaine is a hell of a drug.

Unfortunately, we dont live in a fair world.

I was born to cheat. I got purpled on my 2nd set of express for DR abuse. Thats how long it took for me to realise cheating is my forte.

crest, that is rick james

i was thinking more along the lines of.. who the fluff is this pagin me at five forty six in the morning?

In the mornin', crack of dawn an'
Now I'm yawnin', wipe the cold out my eye
See who's this pagin' me and why

It's my man Pop from the barbershop
Told me he was in the gamblin' spot and heard the intricate plot
Some people wanna stick me like flypaper neighbor
Slow down love, please chill, drop the caper

Remember all you people from the hill up in Brownsville?
That you rolled dice wit, smoked the blunts and got nice wit
Yeah, little Fame up in Prospect
Nah they're my people, nah love wouldn't disrespect

I didn't say them, they schooled me to some types
That you knew from back when when you was clockin' minor figures
Now they heard you blowin' up like nitro
And they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow
So thank Fame for warnin' me 'cause I'm warnin' you
I got the mac Biggie tell me what you gonna do?

Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper
Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper
Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper
Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper

They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus
With the Texas license plates outta state
They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown
And they heard you got half of Virginia locked down

They even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida
The fifth corridor call the Coroner
There's gonna be a lot of slow singin' and flower bringin'
If my burglar alarm starts ringin'

Whatcha think all the g*** is for?
All purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door
And I feed 'em ***powder, so they can devour
The criminals, tryin' to drop my decimals

Damn, people wanna stick me for my cream
And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem
It's the ones that smoke *** witcha, see your picture
Now they wanna grab the guns and come and getcha

Betcha Biggie won't slip
I got the Calico with the black talons loaded in the clip
So I can rip through the ligaments
Put the bodies in a bad predicament, where all the foul people went

Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
Buck what I'ma hit you with you motherfluffers betta duck
I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains
Of his jacket he had a ** he shoulda packed it

fluffed it, extra clips in my pocket
So I can reload and explode on ya ***hole
I mess around and get hardcore
C-4 to ya door no beef no more ***

Feel the rough, scandalous
The more w*** smoke I puff, the more dangerous
I don't give a damn about you or your weak crew
What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you?
I'm not runnin', chump, I bust my gun an'
Hold on, I hear somebody comin'

Come on n****, I'm only comin' to pass the gat
Just bring your mother*** *** on, come on
Are we gettin' close, huh? It's right over here
Are you sure this Biggie Smalls crib man?
Yeah I'm sure mother***, c'mon

Ah fluff it better be his mother*** house
F*** right here, this better be this mother*** house
Oh s***, what, what's wrong? It's that red dot on your head man
What red dot? Oh s***, you got a red dot on your head too, oh s*

lol when i read bradens post the first thing that came to mind is that song, we think alike vic :P

Who the fluff is this?
pagin me at 5:46 in the mornin crack a dawnin
now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye
see who's this pagin me and why..
It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop
told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot
some niggas wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour
slow down love please chill drop the caper
remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville
that you rolled dice wit
smoked the blunts and got nice wit
yeah my nigga Fame up in Prospect
nah dem my niggas nah love wouldn't disrespect
I didn't say dem,
they schooled me to some niggas
that you knew from back when,
when you was clockin minor figures
Now they heard you blowin up like nitro
know they wanna stick the knife
through your windpipe slow..
so thank Fame for warnin me now I'm warnin you
you got the mac nigga
tell me what you wanna do...

[CHORUS]
Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers

[VERSE 2]
They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus
wit the Texas license plate outta state
they heard about the pounds
you got down in Georgetown
now they heard you got half of Virginia locked down
they even heard about the crib
you bought your moms out in Florida
the fifth corridor....
Call the coroner
there's gonna be alot of slow singin
and flower bringin
if my burgular alarm starts ringin
whatcha think all the guns is for?
all purpose war got the rottweilers by the door
and I feed em gun powder so they can devour
the criminals tryna to drop my decimals
DAMN..niggas wanna stick me for my cream
And it ain't a dream things aint always what it seems
it's the ones that smoke blunts witcha
see your picture, now they wanna
grab they guns and come and getcha
Bethca Biggie won't slip
I got the calico with the black talons loaded in the clip
so I can rip through the ligaments
put the fluffas in a bad prediciment
where all the foul niggas went
Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
Buck with what I had you with
you motherfluffers betta duck
I bring pain, blood stains on what remains
Of his jacket, he had a gun he should've packed it
fluffed it, extra clips in my pocket
so I can reload and explode down ya rasshole
I fluff around and get hardcore
C4 to ya door no beef no more nigga
feel the rush scandalous
The more weed smoke I puff the more dangerous
I dont give a fluff about you or your weak crew
What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you
I'm not runnin, nigga I bust my gun in
Hold on I hear somebody comin........

[Dogs Barking]

"Shh..."
"Come on mothafluffa!"
"I'm comin' as fast as I can"
"Just bring yo mothafluffin' ass on come on!"
"Are we gettin' close? Huh?"
"It's right over here"
"Man, are you sure it's biggie smalls crib man?"
"Yeah i'm sure mothafluffa come on"
"Oh fluff,it better be his mothafluffin' house"
"fluff?"
"It better be this mothafluffa's house"
"Oh fluff!"
"What? What's wrong man?
"What's that red dot on your head man?"
"What red dot?"
...
"Oh fluff, you got a red dot on your head too!"
"OH fluff!"

[two gun shots]


sorry, vic, but christopher george pretty much always says it best :P
(with the exception of hit 'em up, he kinda got his ass kicked on that one)
(and wikipedia is telling me today is his birthday..)

boy arent you guys creative...

life goes on and hit em up when I get home, then we'll know creativity to be sure

Brenda's got a Baby
Brenda's got a Baby

I hear Brenda's got a baby
But, Brenda's barely got a brain
A damn shame
The girl can hardly spell her name
(That's not our problem, that's up to Brenda's family)
Well let me show ya how it affects the whole community
Now Brenda really never knew her moms and her dad was a
junky
Went in death to his arms, it's sad
Cause I bet Brenda doesn't even know
Just cause your in the ghetto doesn't mean ya can't grow
But oh, that's a thought, my own revelation
Do whatever it takes to resist the temptation
Brenda got herself a boyfriend
Her boyfriend was her cousin, now lets watch the joy end
She tried to hide her pregnancy, from her family
Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she
Went out and had a church of kids
As long as when the check came they got first dibs
Now Brenda's belly is gettin bigger
But no one seems to notice any change in her figure
She's 12 years old and she's having a baby
In love with the molester, who's sexing her crazy
And yet she thinks that he'll be with her forever
And dreams of a world with the two of them are together,
whatever
He left her and she had the baby solo, she had it on the
bathroom floor
And didn't know so, she didn't know, what to throw away and
what to keep
She wrapped the baby up and threw him in the trash heep
I guess she thought she'd get away
Wouldn't hear the cries
She didn't realize
How much that the little baby had her eyes
Now the baby's in the trash heep balling
Momma can't help her, but it hurts to hear her calling
Brenda wants to run away
Momma say, you makin' me lose pay, the social workers here
everyday
Now Brenda's gotta make her own way
Can't go to her family, they won't let her stay
No money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job
She tried to sell crack, but end up getting robbed
So now what's next, there ain't nothing left to sell
So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell
It's paying the rent, so she really can't complain
Prostitute, found slain, and Brenda's her name, she's got a baby

Baby

(don't you know she's got a baby)
(don't you know she's got a baby)
(don't you know she's got a baby)
(don't you know she's got a baby)
(don't you know she's got a baby)
(don't you know she's got a baby)

i threw this in because, well, lets face it, we all enjoyed that far too much?

?

?

;)

now, i think the best collection of words, ideas, thoughts, threats, racism and insulting people for lacking iron in their blood *ever* accumulated in a single entity

[Tupac]
I ain't got no motherfluffing friends
That's why I fluffed your fluff
You fat motherfluffer (Take Money)
West Side
Bad Boy Killers (Take Money)
You know who the realist is
niggas we bring it to (Take Money)
(ha ha, that's alright)

First off, fluff your fluff
And the clique you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a player
But I fluffed your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
niggas fluff for Life
Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
Some mark ass fluffes
We keep on coming
While we running for your jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little Ceasar go ask you homie
How I'll leave you
Cut your young ass up
See you in pieces
Now be deceased
Little Kim,
Don't fluff around with real G's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
So fluff peace
I'll let them niggas know
It's on for Life
Don't let the west side
Ride the night (ha ha)
Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
fluff with me
And get your caps peeled
You know, see

[Chorus:]
Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, uh
Who shot me,
But your punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, I hit 'em up

Check this out
You motherfluffers know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
You all niggas ain't even on my level
I'm going to let my little homies
Ride on you
fluff made ass Bad Boys fluffes
(ah yo, yo, hold the fluff up)

Get out the way yo
Get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little move pass the mac
And let me hit 'em in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right
For setting traps
Little accident murderers
And I ain't never heard of you
Poisonous gats attack when I'm serving you
Spank the shank
Your whole style when I gank
Guard your rank
'cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang
Puffy weaker than a fluffin' block
I'm running through nigga
And I'm smoking Junior Mafia
In front of you nigga
With the ready power
Tucked in my Guess
Under my Eddie Bauer
Your clout petty sour
I push packages ever hour
I hit 'em up

[Chorus]

Peep how we do it
Keep it real
Its penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas getting killed
With your mouths open
Tryin' to come up off of me
You in the clouds hoping
Smoking dope
It's like a Sherm high
niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn motherfluffer you deserve to die
Talking about you Getting Money
But it's funny to me
All you niggas living bummy
While you fluffing with me?
I'm a self made Millionaire
Thug livin', out of prison
Pistols in the Air (Air) (Ha Ha)
Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the fluff to let you sleep in the house
Now it's all about Versace
You copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me
I took it and smiled
Now I'm back to set the record straight
With my A-K
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfluffer I'll Hit 'Em Up

I'm from N E W Jers.
Where plenty of murder occurs
No points to come
We bring drama to all you herds
Now go check the scenario
Little Ceas'
I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Coppin' pleas in de Janeiro
Little Kim is you
Coked up or doped up
Get your little Junior Whopper clique smoked up
What the fluff?
Is you stupid?
I take money,
crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my clique looting, shooting, and polluting your block
With fifteen shot,
fluffed glock to your knot
Outlaw Mafia clique moving up another notch
And your Pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
And all your fake ass east coast props
Brainstormed and locked

You's a beat biter
Pac style taker
I'll tell you to your face, you ain't fluff but a faker
Soften than Alize with a chaser
'bout to get murdered for the paper
E.D. I mean post the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke (uh)
Toting smoke, we ain't no motherfluffin' joke
Thug Life, niggas better be known
Be approaching
In the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping
It's a battle lost
I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
nigga, I hit 'em up

Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run (ha ha)
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior Mafia clique
Dressing up trying to be us
How the fluff they gonna be the Mob?
When we always on out job
We millionaire's
Killing ain't fair
But somebody got to do it

Oh yah Mobb Deep (uh)
You wanna fluff with us
You Little young ass motherfluffers
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
You're fluffing with me, nigga?
You fluff around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fluff up
Before you get smacked the fluff up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it,
Bring it.
But we ain't singing,
We bringing drama
fluff you and your mother fluffing mama.
We're gonna kill all you mother fluffers.
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fluffing opinion
Well this is how we gonna' do this:
fluff Mobb Deep,
fluff Biggie,
fluff Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fluffing crew.
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,
Then fluff you too.
Chino XL, fluff you too.
All you mother fluffers,
fluff you too.
(take money, take money)
All of y'all mother fluffers,
fluff you, die slow motherfluffer.
My four four make sure all your kids don't grow.
You motherfluffers can't be us or see us.
We mother fluffin' Thug Life riders.
West Side till' we die.
Out here in California, nigga
We warned ya'
We'll bomb on you mother fluffers.
We do our job.
You think you the mob, nigga, we the motherfluffin' mob
Ain't nothing but killers
And the real niggas, all you motherfluffers feel us.
Our fluff goes triple and four quadruple
You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns under they motherfluffin' belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
You niggas can't feel it
We the realist
fluff 'em.
We Bad Boy killers.

and this one very well may be my funeral song, assuming of course i can find a church that will play it.

read close, buddy does actually go deep

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz
Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G'
be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death
my niggas, we tha last ones left
but life goes on.....

[Verse One:]

As I bail through tha empty halls
breath stinkin'
in my jaws
ring, ring, ring
quiet y'all
incoming call
plus this my homie from high school
he's getting bye
It's time to bury another brotha nobody cry
life as a baller
alchol and booty calls
we usta do them as adolecents
do you recall?
raised as G's
loc'ed out and blazed the weed
get on tha roof
let's get smoked out
and blaze with me
2 in tha morning
and we still high assed out
screamin' 'thug till I die'
before I passed out
but now that your gone
i'm in tha zone
thinkin'
'I don't wanna die all alone'
but now ya gone
and all I got left are stinkin' memories
I love them niggas to death
i'm drinkin' Hennessy
while tryin' ta make it last
I drank a 5th for that ass
when you passed....
cause life goes on

[Chorus]

[Verse Two:]

Yeah nigga
I got tha word as hell
ya blew trial and tha judge gave you
25 with an L
time to prepare to do fed time
won't see parole
imagine life as a convict
that's getten' old
plus with tha drama
we're lookin out for your babies mama
taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin on her...
life in tha hood...
is all good for nobody
remember gamin' on dumb hoties at chill parties
Me and you
No true a two
while scheming on hits
and gettin tricks
that maybe we can slide into
but now you burried
rest nigga
cause I ain't worried
eyes bluried
sayin' goodbye at the cemetary
tho' memories fade
I got your name tated on my arm
so we both ball till' my dying days
before I say goodbye
Kato and Mental rest in peace
Thug till I die

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]

Bury me smilin'
with G's in my pocket
have a party at my funeral
let every rapper rock it
let tha hoes that I usta know
from way before
kiss me from my head to my toe
give me a paper and a pen
so I can write about my life of sin
a couple bottles of Gin
incase I don't get in
tell all my people i'm a Ridah
nobody cries when we die
we outlaws
let me ride
until I get free
I live my life in tha fast lane
got police chasen me
to my niggas from old blocks
from old crews
niggas that guided me through
back in tha old school
pour out some liquor
have a toast for tha homies
see we both gotta die
but ya chose to go before me
and brothas miss ya while your gone
you left your nigga on his own
how long we mourn
life goes on...

[Chorus repeats to end]
[sung overtop repeating chorus]

Life goes on homie
gone on, cause they passed away
Niggas doin' life
Niggas doin' 50 and 60 years and fluff
I feel ya nigga, trust me
I feel ya
You know what I mean
last year
we poured out liquor for ya
this year nigga, life goes on
we're gonna clock now
get money
evade fluffes
evade tricks
give players plenty space
and basicaly just represent for you baby
next time you see your niggas
your gonna be on top nigga
their gonna be like,
'Goddamn, them niggas came up'
that's right baby
life goes on....
and we up out this fluff
hey Kato, Mental
y'all niggas make sure it's popin' when we get up there
don't front.


this is the first rap song, when i was fourteen, that i thought was worth the four some odd minutes it took to listen to.

a heaven for a g, indeed.