shoud be johnny meneilly-ionaire (as in john meneilly – jay’s business manager)

this whole video just goes to show how wack the whole beat game is. to wit, shondrae gave busta the “i got bass” beat a fucking year ago, and it was what it was, but now that a millie blows up, “i got bass is” the fucking holy grail of beats? gtfoh…

that’s what’s wrong with a lot of these rappers and executives. you can give these morons heat all day, but they don’t know it’s heat without knowing your track record or unless you have a name. SMFH…

…the madd producer

^^a wise man once said that “they all talk fast, but they all think slow.”
twerkolator is right, we all know it. the execs are slacking…

shoud be johnny meneilly-ionaire (as in john meneilly – jay’s business manager)

this whole video just goes to show how wack the whole beat game is. to wit, shondrae gave busta the “i got bass” beat a fucking year ago, and it was what it was, but now that a millie blows up, “i got bass is” the fucking holy grail of beats? gtfoh…

that’s what’s wrong with a lot of these rappers and executives. you can give these morons heat all day, but they don’t know it’s heat without knowing your track record or unless you have a name. SMFH…

…the madd producer

^I’m saying with the mentality of the hood, It was a dumb line. Ok by the whole hood lamas and let them battle it out. While you’re somewhere watching from a safe distance. As volitile as shit is already, you think you gonna give niggas guns, and they dont turn around and kill each other. What he should of said was Niggas raise your kids, educate them so the next generation will be better off.

wack? gtfoh

July 8th, 2008 at 2:46 pm
cOLD Says:
^Jay should know aggression is always turned inward on the people closest to you.

^^^ agrgression turn inward is depression.. so wtf you sayin cOLD? or are you trying to say he got judas type niggas in his circle?

^^^

blank stare and another blank stare

^^^ agrgression turn inward is depression.. so wtf you sayin cOLD? or are you trying to say he got judas type niggas in his circle?

July 8th, 2008 at 2:43 pm
*goes to BabyDoll’s Pinky’s page for the 5th time today*

As sure as this, Earth is turning souls burning
in search of higher learning turning in every direction seeking direction
My moms cryin cause her insides are dyin
her son tryin her patience, keep her heart racin
A million beats a minute, I know I push you to your limit
but it’s this game love, I’m caught up all in it
They make it so you can’t prevent it, never give it
you gotta take it, can’t fake it I keep it authentic
My hand got this pistol shakin, cause I sense danger
like Camp Crystal Lake and
don’t wanna shoot him, but I got him, trapped
within this infrared dot, bout to hot him and, hit rock bottom
No answers to these trick questions, no time shit stressin
My life found I got ta live for the right now
Time waits for no man, can’t turn back the hands
once it’s too late, gotta learn to live with regrets

^Shawn Carter, Sean Bell, what’s the difference? Do tell
50 shots or 50 mill’, ain’t no difference go to hell
So, BRRRAK, lick a shot for, BRRRACK Obama, change gon’ come-ah
I’ma buy the whole hood llamas on me

^Jay should know aggression is always turned inward on the people closest to you.

Make your move get your get your mil
Niggaz’ll coast in the S.L. but can’t post bail
Niggaz’ll roast the L
But scared to throw your toast well
I’m here to tell niggaz it ain’t all swell
It’s heaven then its hell niggas
One day your cruisin in ya seven
Next day your sweatin forgettin your lies
Alibis ain’t matchin up bullshit catchin up
Hit with the RICO they repo’d your vehicle
Everything was all good just a week ago
Bout to start bitchin ain’t you
Ready to start snitchin ain’t you
I forgive your weak ass hustlin just ain’t you
Aside from the fast cars
Honeys that shake they ass at bars
You know you wouldn’t be involved
With the underworld dealers, carriers of mac-millers
East coast bodiers, West coast cap peelers
Little monkey niggas turned gorillas
Stopped in the station filled up on octane
And now they not sane, and not playin
That goes without sayin
Slayin day in and day out
With money playin then they play you out
Tryin to escape my own mind
Lurkin the enemy
Representin infinity
With Presidencies you know

mrs. a-rod > madonna

July 8th, 2008 at 2:38 pm
smh at rich wealthy cats who made it out the hood, who are so afraid of going back, they douse any hopes of someone trying to make it out by leading them astray.

^^^

Straight thuggin’ man, I thought we would never progress
But look at us now man, we’re young execs
My nigga Dame, my nigga Biggs, my nigga Tah
My nigga Ja, my nigga Gotti
We embody all that抯 right with the world