Came onto thiz earth without no mama OR no daddy
Even Jesus waz birthed,
So somebody had to have me.
My two mutha fucking Granniez...
THAT'Z who brought me up,
everyday'z been a struggle...
trying to make it'z hella tuff.
Introduce me to trouble,
Give my life a second look and..I done started a gang, now
I'm too old to get a whooping.
Ain't nobody to mold me
So I'm free to roam the streetz...
Time to go for the gold,
expoze my freedom az a G.
Parentz never played a part..call it obsolete..
But to me,
they were just two other niggaz on the street..can't you see?
Ain't no heart,
so ain't never been no love..
and I carry a grudge,
inside my mind you'll see a thug.
Smoking bud,
getting loced-out,
nigga going broke now..
I gasta' get paid...
so I commence to put the smoke out.
Ruzh to grab the strap and..
I continue blasting,
Back track a niggaz past and..
you can recognize the actionz...
of a....TWO-FACED BASTARD!!!!!
This is the actual chronicles of Loced-Out Recordz. It documents events as they unfold within the Loced-Out Recordz label in "real time". It also shows some of the inner-most thoughts and experiences of the artist known as Peta-Loc. The Last Of The Real Hustlahz is an actual DEMONSTRATION "in real time", providing concrete evidence of how ANYONE can go against all odds and still manage to come out on top. MrsLadyGeneral is also a contributor to this blog.
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Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
"The Two-Faced Baztard"
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Sunday, February 13, 2011
I THOUGHT THIS WAS AMERICA PEOPLE
Your Brand is not what "you" say it iz...It'z what "GOOGLE" sayz it iz!!! Now, those are not my words;well,..mot exactly. don't get me wrong, that's exactly how I think. Anyway...those are the wordz of " Mitch Joel." Yeah...that Mitch Joel.! President Of Twist Image.
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Monday, February 7, 2011
It's not how much you spend. It's when and where you spend it.
They say he changed,he don't rap about his dope nomoh',since he doesn't...Peta'Loc don't give uz hope nomoh'? The album,....ain't got a cut for us to quote nomoh',....hustlahz-Iz yall not deep in what he wrote nomoh'? You see thiz "ice", but yall can't see this PAIN in his life?, thiz shit iz plat'num, the story bout him changing his life. How did it happen? One minute he was back in the trap then....befoh' you know it, my niggaz'z holding down soundscan.."MAN". It'z like a vacuum, pull it back the belly, go play it backwardz, ain't like that nigga' rapping like NELLY. I don't sell dope: i rap, done told yall....believe me, "yeah, I sold crack but dat'z....befoh' yall could see me". It'z like talking to a blind fan, won't get behind man....dat'z why P-Loc be on his grind man. Just put yaself inside thiz T.V. , nigga....come try to be me, nigga...cause I done been you. believe me..."THAT'Z E.Z., nigga. I got shotz to give.....
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