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F.A.N AKA YUNG FUCKA of da $outhWe$t ... / Blog

SHE KNOWS

She's been had my back and when all else FAILS paid lawyers post BAIL then when I got out of JAIL she was right there prada from her head 2 her STANCE more then happy 2 be her man once she told me her PLAN'S I was wit it, Confident in the way that she SPIT IT, cus I know from heroin she had the heart to go GET IT, 4 year degree major in CRIMINAL JUSTICE in case I got caught up the law couldn't TOUCH US kept my credit MAINTAINED bank statements stock GAMES and all private corporations stayed in her NAME, the perfect blend between violence and BEAUTY remind me of the first time I saw a woman in a gangsta MOVIE , my leading lady won't change the SCRIPT she follows my direction of the scenes A PRINT yeah my leading lady won't change the script she follows my direction now the scenes a print... it's FUCKA

SLAVE TIL THIS DAY

I 1RST DISCOVERED CRACK AS A MEANS TO A END JUSTIFIED BY THE DEATHS OF ALL OF MY FRIENDS ENIMIE OR FOE I WOULDN'T WISH THIS UPON U WENT FROM A MANSION EATIN FISH TO A CARDBOARD CONDO

LIFE IS MEAN BUT THESE STREET WILL STRESS YA TURN A COLLEGE PROFESSOR TO A POSITIVE A.I.D.S LECTURE KNEW HOW TO TEACH BUT COULDN'T PUT HIS OWN CONDOM ON NOW THE PROOF OF HIS IGNORANCE IS ALL OVER HIS BODY SHOWIN

GRAPHIC DEPICTION WORDS PLACED SO BEAUTIFUL UP CLOSE AN PERSONAL WHAT THESE STREETS WILL DO TO U LIFES A JUMP SHOT EITHER BRICKS OR SWISHH JUDGED BY 12 OR SLOWY CARRIED BY 6 U SMELL ME OVER THE PISS ALL THROUGH THE HALLWAYS PILLOW IN THE BATHTUBE THESE KILLAS SHOOT ALL K'S PARAPALEGIC FROM THE WASTE NEVER FEELING THIS WE SUPPOSE TO THINK ITS SAFE TO LIVE IN SHOTGUN TENAMENTS BULLETS IN THE STOP SIGN POTHOLES IN THE STREET A EDUCATION SYSTEM THAT WONT PREPARE OUR KIDS TO COMPETE SO THERE BOUND TO REPEAT ONLY STAND TO RETREAT WIPE UR SHOES ON THE MAT THAT SAYS "WELCOME 2 DEFEAT" OYLIMPIC POOL DEEP HERES YA CHANCE TO BREATHE WHEN MASTER SLEEPS WE STEAL KEYS FOR OUR CHANCE TO LEAVE MOMENT OF SILENCE NO CHANCE TO GRIEVE FOR THE 1'S HUNG FROM TREES GETTIN BEAT TIL THEY BLEED

"UP B4 THE SUN"

im up b4 the sun thinkin of words to say hustles to run how u walk this way joggin my memory and still keepin my breath haven't broken a sweat, yet tearful eyes watchin my steps under a street light to heavy over the stove back to school just in enough time to walk grandma's home parked cars around corners kept my stash in the trash outta respect for my elders how long would i last a lifetime my nigga how many died in my arms u were never in harms way i was an arms length away the calm b4 the storm though i never stop reignin learned to speak proper english & never stopped slanggin hangin from a limb without a rope & the crowd quite niggas the king speakin out loud ,"cus im up b4 the sun "

LETTER TO A SNITCH

JUST GOT A CALL FROM THE PEN IM AS REAL AS IT LOOKS BOUT 2 GO FIND ME A WITNESS FUCK PUTTIN MONEY ON BOOKS

IM SCREAMIN FREE K1 THEY CRYIN 20 TO LIFE COURT DATE IN LESS THAN A WEEK I GOT TO KILL EM 2NITE

BLOOD I AINT PLAYIN ,IM SERIOUS TAKE 1 LOOK AT HIS SON WIPE THE TEARS FROM MY EYES THEN LOOK BACK DOWN AT MY GUN

im hearing "GUITLY AS CHARGED" IM PRAYING HELL FUCKIN NAW SMOKING BACKWARD IN WAR UNTIL MY TOUGUE GO RAW

THEY SAY ITS PREMEDITED IM JUST THINKING OUT LOUD TELL MY KUSH 2 BE QUIET BUT IT JUST KEEP GETTIN LOUD

FINGER PRINTS OFF THE WEAPON YEA IM JUST THAT DIRTY ASK MY LORD 4 FORGIVENESS B4 I SHOW NO MERCY

FUCKA FEELING REMORSE WALK EM RIGHT ON HIS PORCH LOOK EM DEAD IN HIS EYES THEN REGAMORTIS THE CORPSE

IM A MAN OF HIS WORDS AN THIS THE WORDS OF A MAN GAS CAN IN MY HAND I BURNT THE REST OF HIS FAM

STARTED OFF WIT HIS DAUGHTER SHE WAS KICKIN AN SCREAMING SAYIN PLZ LET ME GO I TOLD HER , BITCH KEEP DREAMIN

THEN LOOKED BACK AT HIS WIFE 3RD DEGREE BARLEY BREATHIN AN HAD THE NERVE TO GET MAD I TOLD HER FUCK IT WE EVEN

IT'S FUCKA ,,THIS IS A LETTER TO THE WITNESS,, FREE K1,, OR START PLANING FUNERAL ARRANGEMENTS ,,I LOVE U BOI

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IM A REAL AZZ NIGGA SORRY IF UR OFFENDED I WAS BORN AT THE TOP COMPLIMENT & COMMENDED CERTIFIED AUTHENTIC YEA WE OPEN 4 BIDNESS NUTTIN BUT G'S ALL AROUND ME THEY'LL NEVER TELL YA I DID IT THEY GONE SAY THAT HE WIT IT GONE AND SEE 4 URSELF HE RIGHT THERE IN PROJECTS TRYIN TO WORK ON HIS "LEFT" HE SAY PRACTICE MAKE PERFECT IT'S THE YEAR OF THE ROOKIE TELL THEM CRUMB AZZ NIGGAZ COME TAKE A WIFF OF THESE "COOKIES" CHARGIN EXTRA 4 MILK CLIMBIN TREES ON STILTS TEACH EM TO HANDEL THE ROCK SO THE "D" WONT GET PUILT TALKIN FULL COURT PRESSURE KNOCK YA COACH TA THE GROUND I GOT HOME COURT ADVANTAGE THEY BETTER BALL OUTTA BOUNDS ,, ITS FUCKA

it's FUCKA

FUCKA PAIR AIR JORDAN I RATHER HOP OUT BARE FOOTED LOCAL DRIVEN IMPORTED/

PLAYIN WIT YA NOSE BLOOD MY ATTITUDE SMELLS KUSH BLOWN SO MY NEW COLOGNE IS SUSHI AN PATRON

100$ CUTZ MY GOOD TIP A LET YA SMOKE WIT ME BUT DONT 4GET BEING IN MY PRESENCE 2 LONG IS A PRESENT

FUCKA FUTURE WHO GREATER, DA NIGGA GETTIN IT NOW OR LATER THE MUTHAFUCKA ASKIN PLASTIC OR PAPER OR THE HUSTLE CUTTIN HIS COKE TO LOWEST COMMON DENOMINATOR

ITS YUNG Fucka

D..P..H

im from the heights where the low price 4 the pound is found where niggas get stomped out witout body parts hittin the ground scrathed off serial roaches in the cereal sirens wake ya up but go to bed to a funeral The deepest parts of hell where the devils not wanted i raised by the ghost of my O/G'S HE HAUNTED D.ont P.ark H.ere ul get more than a ticket on ur car no projects but every house got bars that resemble a prison yard not from round here better not b found here D.esperate P.oor & H.ungry ul get ate around here tryin to make it to the school house, its in the middle of the TURF an education well earned bullets show what real knowledge is WORTH **ITS YUNG Fucka

RUSSIAN ROLE'T

TIME STANDS STILL BUT NO RECILECTION OF PAST EVENT SEEM 2 COME 2 MIND, I SPEAK RAP I KNOW NO OTHER LANGUAGE I HAVE NO OTHER WAY 2 COMMUNICATE. MY MOUTH OPENS BUT NOTHIN COMES OUT, I HEAR A BEAT AN I ASK IT 2 DANCE WITH ME, I ONLY LISTEN 2 TALK OVER HER, BUT FOR THE WHOLE TIME SHE FOLLOWS ME. I SPIT ON HER MIC'S & NUT ON HER TRACK, THE FACT SHE PAYs ME IS THE ONLY REASON WHY I SPEAK

A DAY N THE LIFE

IT STARTS OUT JUST LIKE IT ENDS, IN A CALM STORM WAITING FOR THE RISE OR FALL OF THE SUN. IT SPEAKS THE SAME AGGRESSIVE MANOR TILL THE POINT IS REACHED, AN FROM THERE LIES A PATTERN TO SUCSESS. THE KEY IS TO NOT 2 WAIT, U FEEL IT, U GO THROUGH WITH IT. LEAVE NOTHIN TO CHANCE, 4 THERE U WILL FIND A PLACE WHERE FEAR NO LONGER EXSIST, ONLY A MAN THAT HAS BEEN THERE KNOWS THE FEELING OF BEING "UNTOUCHABLE"

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