27.01.2006., petak

YO YO! Ne znam više šta da pišem tako da danas odjavljujem svoj blog! Puno vam hvala na svim komentarima! I dalje ću čitati vaše blogove. Želim vam puno sreće u vašem dajljnjem pisanju blogova! C U WHEN U GET THERE Verse 1: Coolio Now I've seen places and faces and things you ain't never thought about thinking if you ain't peek then you must be drinking and smokin' pretending not to locin' but you're brokin' let me get you open now little Timmy got his diploma and little Jimmy got life and Tamikra around the corner just took her first hit off the pipe the other homie shot the other homie and ran away with his money and when the other homies heard about it they thought it was funny but who's the dummy now you done lost the hustler a down-ass brother got replaced by a buster and though I got love for ya I know I can't trust ya coz my crew is rollin' home and your crew is rollin' dusta and just because of that you act you don't like the brother no more uh, I guess that's just the way it goes I ain't tryina preach I believe I can reach but your mind ain't prepared I C U when you get there Chorus: I'll see you when you get there if you ever get there see you when you get there I'll see you when you get there if you ever get there see you when you get there Verse 2: Lek Ratt (40 Thevz) More temptation in faith I guess we livin' for the day I seen a man get swept off his feet by a bullet and an AK the situation so twisted everybody gettin lifted I'm just tryin to take care of my kids and handle my business coz it way too serious so you gotta pay close attention so you don't get caught sittin' when they come and do all the gettin' life is a big game so you gotta play it with a big horse someone's gotta run a little faster coz we gotta lay the struggle I'd be a fool to surrender when I know I can be a contender and if everbody's a sinner then everybody can be a winner no matter you rag collar deep down we all brothers and regardless of the time somebody up there still love us I'm a scuff and struggle y'all breathless and weak I just strived my whole life to make it to the mountain peak always keep reaching sure to grab on to something I'll be there when you get there when you wit the sound bumpin' Chorus: I'll see you when you get there see you when you get there if you ever get there if you ever get there see you when you get there I'll see you when you get there see you when you get there if you ever get there if you ever get there see you when you get there Verse 3: PS (40 Thevz) You need to loosen up and live a little and if you got kids let 'em know how ya feel for your own sake give a little oh, you don't want to hear that you busy tryina stack and keep them from the Jones's is taking advantage of your own the realist homies got you but you known them longest but some ain't missing a good thing until it's gone could have built an empire if not for the jealousy that divides us we prefer to keep our eyes shut to describe when it's something wrong and we desire so hold your head up high if your poor and righteous I know time seems dry and problems seem endless but in times of despair we gotta put ourselves together and if you feel you're out the game then you need to get back in it coz nothing worse than a quitter you gotta face responsibility one day, my brother so gather up your pity and turn it to ambition and put your vehicle and drive and stop by my side Chorus: I'll see you when you get there see you when you get there if you ever get there if you ever get there see you when you get there I'll see you when you get there see you when you get there if you ever get there if you ever get there see you when you get there (Coolio) As we walk down the road of our destiny and the time comes to choose which shall it be the wide and crooked, or the strait narrow, we got one voice to give and one life to live stand up for sumthin or lay down in your game listen to the song that we sang its up to u to make it be I guess i'll see u when u c me (chorus fade out)

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19.01.2006., četvrtak

Yo! Žao mi je što nisam pisala. Bila sam zaokupljena učenjem (već imam 3 petice). Krenula mi je i ova školska godina! Maloprije sam čula šokantnu vijest! Ubili su mog prijatelja s kojim sam se družila kad sam imala 6 godina!Jedan dečko iz Švicarske mi se javio nakon što se nismo vidjeli od 7 mjeseca! Presretna sam bila do te vijesti danas...No život ide dalje. Kako sam rekla ovom blogu je promjenjen opis i počinjem s tim da je The Game izvrjeđao cijeli G-unit (sigurna sam da ste to već čuli). Pa počinjnem ovako: "300 Bars & Runnin'" [INTRO] My mama took me to Sam Goody's I wanted to buy a 50 Cent CD I took that shit home That shit was wack like a muthafucka Don't fuck with Game I like 50 Cent He reminds me Spongebob And Tony Yayo is Blues Clues And Lloyd Banks is Dora the Explorer They're my friends Psyche I went down one of them Bodaga shits right there in Harlem Got me a bootleg Lloyd Banks and Young Buck CD Took that shit home, put it in my boom box Thought I was bout to be on some radio Raheim shit Man that shit sound like some Vanessa Williams '88 I mean Olivia cute but they say that bitch a man So this Black Wallstreet for life now GGG-UNOT! [GAME] 300 Bars and Runnin Just loan me your ears for 15 minutes Walk with me Here the breakdown, pass the doja, .45 in the holster Hollow tips'll fold 'em, them *****z they toy soldiers Oh, that boy colder than Hova unless he sober Like I'm the president, but this ain't the takeover Now, there's the speaker, bring your ears a little closer Before you call this a diss, and you make Hova pissed Why would I wanna do that? When I'm just the new cat That was taught if a ***** take shots to shoot back Defending his yard, yeah standing his ground I'm saying if you gonna retire, then hand me the crown Nah, let Bleek do it, then throw him a concert in Madison square Watch everybody sleep through it We can go bar for bar, I'll let the lines speak to 'em What they say? Bleek is over let Chris and Neef do it They say the wrong thing, I'ma smack 'em silly What you thought? Them was the only *****z that rapped in Philly? See them *****z with the soonies leave you wrapped in Philly Then dash in groups like Beanie Mac in Philly ?? said Curtis Jack in Philly Make a U-turn, I gotta go back to Philly I forgot my cheese stake, that's what I told the cops So they wouldn't get the dogs start searching for the glock And I can't forget, B.I.G. got murdered by the cops Even I was Ready To Die, when I heard that he was shot What's beef? Beef is when I murk you on the spot Labels signing many things, still searching for they Pac I put purple on the block So I don't feel threatened when Ludacris say he coming for the #1 spot Ask 50, it get lonely on top You can hate me or love me, but now the cops the only homies he got When it's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't lonely we pop You sell records but a GGG-u not! Acting big on the radio, to me you not You can ask Mr. CCC who hot Tony Yayo I bet 10 G's you flop Run up on that new 300 C you got Stop hoping I fall, hope the bleeding stop And I hope you black out before you see the cops I ain't hot top for colors, I'm from Cedar Block So I got my hot tops that make your breathing stop I'm a gangsta slash rapper, check your CD shop I'm like Elvis in there, they can't believe you dropped Now I'm moving on up to George and Weezy's spot I picked up where my homeboy Eazy stopped I saw the west coast, put the shit on my back Sprayed Aftermath on it, then loosened the strap It get hot in here, let Lucifer rap Bring hell to *****z when Dre producing a track Take it to the streets, put the duece duece to your hat Then call up the pigs, tell them the rooster's back Call Jadakiss, tell him that duke is back I'm still by your side, no matter who comes strapped Fuck Lloyd Banks, it ain't about who can rap It's about when the Ruger clap, is rufus back I see what you thinkin, you want me to die, is that so? Now you left leaning back, thanks to Fat Joe We got reservations in heaven, you ready? Let's go Drop them off, then the sound like Esko I'm a say 'he hit me first' if me and Dre talk All Nas said back was he had a ?? Now that's the eulogy, beef is kinda foolish see *****z running their mouth about what the fuck they gon' do to me But quit the yapping before I proceed to clapping And you gon' see the captain with plans of getting me captured Even behind bars, I'm still gon' shine I'm 10 years younger than Yayo, I get out, I'm fine Then I go right back, ***** I pop mines How you gon' drop Olivia, you only drop dimes I knew you changed, when you started sleeping in that vest dog I don't need 50 Cent, my *****z make collect calls 1-800-split a faggot ***** wig He got G-Unit wings, throw them off the Queens Bridge Now your career is over, career is over We in QB, banging CNN in the rover T-O-N-Y, that's Capone and NORE You ain't the talk of New York, your sixteens is boring Take that shit off ??, go back to PC And tell 50 Cent you want a copy of Beef 3 I'm airing their ass out on DVD You wanna rhyme like Lloyd Banks repeat after me I'm a G-Unit toy soldier On Sesame street doing voice overs Bitch ass ***** need a rhyme dictionary, to rehearse his lines Sound like Oscar the Grouch, with them nursery rhymes We was in the studio, when I first got signed He got stuck, he called 50 tryna borrow some lines That's the wrong *****, when you need help with your rhymes All he gon' tell you is say G-Unit one more time Got mad cuz I ain't wanna make your beef mine You got lucky with Ja, why you aint go at Shyne? He freestyled from the pen, that's just the fact Said he'd put you with your mom, and you ain't fucked with that Then you lied about your pops, he ain't never bust no cap Like Father, Like Son, go ask Busta that I knew from the beginning I couldn't trust those cats I'd kill 'em all, if I could bring Justo back The underground is mine, I treat it like home It's the reason *****z saying my name like Mike Jones The underground is mine, I treat it like home It's the reason *****z saying my name like Mike Jones The underground is mine, I treat it like home It's the reason *****z saying my name like Mike Jones I said The underground is mine, I treat it like home It's the reason *****z saying my name like Mike Jones And I'm far from Houston but you can chop it and screw it Do whatever to it, but it in the store the shit moving Gave 'em a hundred bars, they ain't think I could do it Came with two hundred, ***** this is more than music Even Dre knew it, that boy hot like summer Both feet in the dirt, 300 Bars and Runnin And I beef with any *****, say my name muthafuck I'm gunnin' You can put it on skee if you want it I'll air you out on Drama King, Mike, or Clue And watch them shits sell out like a Air Jordon shoe I told Funk Flex when I catch the ***** Whoo Kid We gon' see if he know how to DJ with bruised ribs Don't hit me on the sidekick asking what you did Get a gun or ask 50's police to use his Cuz Bloods gonna get ya Bloods, Bloods gonna get ya for that Shadyville chain That 380 spill brains, when I pop shots Outside NY, in front of hip-hop cops Or broad day in L.A., I'ma tell Em and Dre This ***** bootlegging my music, ain't nothing for him to say Took me off my own songs, then put it on his tapes So I'ma take him out his house, put the beam on his face Drop him off at Terror Squad, let him scream for the jakes Cuz when you fucking with Jayceon, you can bleed in the lake For caking off *****z on them CD's and tapes Ask them to scratch a record, you will see he fake If 50 was Puffy, you'd run and go get him a cheese cake Take the DJ off your name, Mr. Instant replay Not the instant replay I mean the machine that G-Unit use every time 50 on stage singing like Bitches only for your shit just a lil bit *****z only for your shit just a lil bit On my album 50 helped me just a lil bit Only on two songs, now back to some killer shit My clips bananas, I kill a gorilla quick Beating on your chest, I see to your death, yep Tell Ecko to make him a suit Tell Reebock to make him some boots Get him a head band, to cover the holes in his head He a dead man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters like Redman Banks blacked out and let the gun blam without a M-E-T-H-O-D Man So the lieutenant gotta ask for his strings Take my advice, never wear air max for the game Unless you one of the Bloods, or a latin king Cuz if your left with the Aryans your ass will sting And your cell mate is a 25 to lifer They will stab you then ?? then fuck you on Rikers And Life Goes On Now back to the coward of the hour who lied and said he write my songs He told Vibe Dre was gonna leave me on the shelf So he gave me all his hits, you should've kept them for yourself ***** stop acting tough before I stand over you Show you how The Documentary live on top of The Massacre Make a move I'm blasting your ass to the last one Ten shots from the Mack empty the rest in the passenger Fase yelling thats enough, let the coroner bag him up Throw in Makaveli and lift the doors on the Maganum Gun smoking, Fase think I'm locin' backing up Reverse the '05 hurse on 41st and traffic, what Hip-Hop cops on my left, but I pass 'em up The Dodge got a hemmy in it, Game got a Remy in 'em In and out of lanes like a New York cab I miss the Old King, that New York had Who's this fake *****, on pictures with the Jake *****? Got his crew starving cuz he aint the whole cake, ***** He ain't Nas, ain't B.I.G., ain't Jigga If he ain't Cube or Pac then who you got? We getting tired of you talkin about who you shot I'll use another six bars to tell you who you not You ain't 50 Cent, he went out like a gangsta You went out with Vivica, three months after wanksta Get Rich or Die Tryin, we thought you was hot Now the same ***** wanna take us to the Candy Shop C'mon man, what happened to the thug? Now you could find in the club, him and Lloyd Banks hugging ***** got mad when The Game start buzzing So fuck making friends now I'm into throwing slugs Olivia talking about we a family, Game had to go ***** I'll smack that ho like I'm Jackie-O Cuz I don't wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you I don't wanna shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes Don't want you on my hooks, don't wanna be in your group Just wanna sit here and wait To be gone, so I can head back to the block Fresh white Nike airs and the matching socks fitted Pull the brim low, if they don't get it Bentley Coup on gold daytons, I was the first one with it Four times platinum, I done been there and did it Came in the game and shitted, then wiped my ass with it They say the Lord givth, if Lord take it away So I build a house on top of Hip-Hop, I'll wait for the day *****z hating on me, they don't want Jayceon to play And the DA waiting on Jayceon to make a mistake So they can put me in the SWAT car and lock me away Give me a odd job in the pen for minimum pay Let me out so I can drive down criminal way Pushing the rock, nah this ain't no subliminal Jay The summer too hot, and I want the winter to stay Cuz I'm a cold ***** when I put the pen to the page Similar to them shells going into my gauge I hand 'em off to Dre, he turned them into granades And Just Blaze, cuz the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And if diamonds are forever, then I'm Kanye West Take a look at my chest, a hundred thou wet jacob Whole crew got chains, a hundred thou can't break 'em And the flow is hot like that wit Satan And the only thing I got spinning is Daytons The hotter I get the more willing to snake 'em So soon as the beat drop, watch where I take 'em Compton Swap meet, to get me some All-Stars When Game in the house, they call ?? Cuz they heard about what went on in D.C. Heard about Hot 97, my beef with 50 Now tell me do he got a conscience? I think not, cuz if he did I wouldn't be involved in this nonsense Wouldn't be in Harlem, wouldn't be at this conference I'd rather be pushing rock, like ?? 50 whispered in my ear, like we still bonding We ain't friends, I'm just acting like Charles Bronson Middle finger in the air, one hand on my Johnson Hip-Hop police on me like I'm the convict What happened to the old school? I thought it was rhyming Doug E. Fresh and Dana Day on the corner like Common Now that ain't common, it's more like Top Ramen The flow is noodles, I throw it up like vomit And I still shine like diamonds They kicked me out of G-Unit and I rebounded like Rodman It's still Aftermath, two feet in the pentition I be mad, I ain't, I'm supposed to stop I can't because I'm in the hood politican, Impala liftin' And I keep a black .45 on the side of my prada denim Chip on my shoulder like I'm fresh outta prison Dollar vision, blow a hundred thou like my wallet missing Then re-up like Kim before the d-cup Continuously getting money with my feet up Chasing the throne, here my black Air Force I said fuck Benzino and got the cover of The Source Feel me? If not then I guess you gotta kill me But you ain't gon' do that so muthafucka move back While I do B.I.G. and 'Pac impersonations on two tracks When I wake the dead, everybody remove hats We miss ya'll, can I get a hand clap? Now back to rap, why I gotta stay strapped? On that murder T-I-P, kill you ASAP They won't know which hole to patch up, when the 'K' clap I tried to spare you Young Buck, now it's time for payback It go, how you from Cashville but you ain't got no cash nigga? Say my name now that's your fucking ass nigga Kept your mouth shut and I gave you a pass nigga Now I gotta lay you down like the last nigga Buck, buck, buck from my AK-47 This nigga playing with his life, I might have to put him in heaven Tryna play the game, talking shit up on the stereo Prepare for burial, it's when I'm reincarnating Harry-O And you don't want that David cuz you love your life Get my Vibe, when it's war he pull out butter knifes Muthafucka I'ma show you who the gangsta All you do is Murder Inc., now who the wanksta? When Suge had you, you were stranded on Tha Row Juve left you for dead and went back to the NO 50 heard you on the tour bus and felt your little flow Then he made you temporary replacement for Yayo You a bitch, and that's hard to swallow And you got robbed for your spinning G-Unit chain in Chicago I call my nigga Jojo to get it back He had the shit in his hands, and you ain't had the ten stacks Picture that, I thought we was G-Unit Then you ran and told 50 that I did that shit Ask C-Murder, the boy ain't hard to find I told Monica when I catch him The Boy is Mine Take one shot of Brandy and pop Watch his panties drop, when I run inside the Candy Shop Fuck you, 50, Banks, Yayo, and the cops And Olivia, I mean for a man she hot Now I'm running out of breath, like I just beat boxed Got 20 bars to go, lay it down like sheet rock Don't worry about the flow, the boy know he hot Hurricanes in store November, nigga fuck Reebocks I'm fly like a Hummingbird on a tree top The new Hov, the new B.I.G., the new 'Pac, I need three spots 280 in, ain't no getting me back I'm yelling fuck the world, on my victory lap Remember first it was Buddens, then it was Bleek Now it's whoever muthafucka, yeah, who want beef? Now whenever muthafucka, who wanna see me? In the coffin, body exhausted, resting in peace You don't want war nigga, you want peace So give 'em the peace, capiche (sp?) Let 'em rest in peace From west to east the flow is outdatable, irreplacable Lyrical homicide, hell is hot, I'm boxing with Satan And I slipped 'em the ace, you cannot replace 'em If Eazy ever decide to return, I remain Jayceon A king in the making, and the throne is for the taking So I climb the mountain top and put my stake in Got the weight of the world on my shoulder Not a nigga nor a hoodrat bitch can stop me from taking it over This is crack music, go get the baking soda 300 Bars and Runnin, nigga the wait is over I'm gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone

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13.01.2006., petak

BOK!!!!!!!! Odlučila sam promijenit opis bloga. Pisat ću o hip-hopu i rapu. O 2pacu će još puno toga biti ali ne mogu se držat samo jedne osobe. Je li tako?! Nadam se da ćete nastavljat ostavljat komentare i da će vam blog i dalje bit zanimljiv.Hvala na pomoći oko stavljanja slika! puno vam hvala na tome! Peace up!

- 18:37 - What do ya think? (0) - Isprintaj - #

Peace up! na ovoj slici je 2pac snimljen na novoj godini. jedna moja frendica tvrdi da je kompjuterski on umetnut. Ja tako ne mislim. Vi?

- 18:08 - What do ya think? (1) - Isprintaj - #

Bio mi je Trojan na kompjuteru pa nisam mogla pisat. Bila sam u Mostaru do jučer. Jedan "rapper" mi je cijelo vrijeme govorio da je Mostar grad rappera. Mo'š mislit. Našla sam jednu sliku u kojima 2pac nosi tenisice koje još nisu prizvedene. Rješila sam neku anketu i 759 glasova je za to da je 2pac živ! Šta vi mislite o tome?

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11.01.2006., srijeda

Bok! Još nisam naučila stavljat slike. Kako ste vi? Ja sam u mostaru tako da ne mogu pisat iz Hrvatske. Sutra se vraćam u Makarsku! JUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!! Hvala na komentarima i nastavljajte ih ostavljat! Pusa!

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04.01.2006., srijeda

Hello pt.II Nikako da uspijem stavit sliku!!! Radila sam sve što mi je rečeno u komentarima i opet mi piše Slika je veća od dopuštenih 20 kb! 'BEMU!!! Nastavljajte ostavljat komentare a dotad objavljujem tekst pjesme Changes (moje najdraže pjesme od Paca)! K I S S ! ! ! ! Artist-2pac Album-Greatest hits Song-Changes 1- Come on come on I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself is life worth living should I blast myself? I'm tired of bein' poor & even worse I'm black my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a negro pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares one less hungry mouth on the welfare First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal to brothers give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other It's time to fight back that's what Huey said 2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere unless we share with each other We gotta start makin' changes learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers and that's how it's supposed to be How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me? I'd love to go back to when we played as kids but things changed, that's the way it is Bridge w/ changing ad libs Come on come on That's just the way it is Things'll never be the same That's just the way it is aww yeah Repeat -2- I see no changes all I see is racist faces misplaced hate makes disgrace to races We under I wonder what it takes to make this one better place, let's erase the wasted Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right 'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight and only time we chill is when we kill each other it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other And although it seems heaven sent We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks But some things will never change try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game Now tell me what's a mother to do bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you You gotta operate the easy way "I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way sellin' crack to the kids. "I gotta get paid," Well hey, well that's the way it is Bridge Talking: We gotta make a change... It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes. Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live and let's change the way we treat each other. You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do what we gotta do, to survive. -3- And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace It's more on the streets than war in the Middle East Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do But now I'm back with the facts givin' it back to you Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp smack you up You gotta learn to hold ya own they get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone But tell the cops they can't touch this I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool my mama didn't raise no fool And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped & I never get to lay back 'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs some punk that I roughed up way back comin' back after all these years rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh Bridge 'til fade Some things will never change

- 15:52 - What do ya think? (4) - Isprintaj - #

HELLOOOOOOO! Bok ljudi!!! Nešto ne valja sa mojim kompjutorom tako da uopće ne znam kako izgleda moj blog. Nadam se da je background promjenjen. Na komentare moram odgovarat postovima što me užasno živcira! Hvala svima na komentarima i na pomoći oko stavljanja slika! Nadam se da ću uspjet stavit sliku! Držite mi fige! Respect!

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02.01.2006., ponedjeljak

Sretna Nova!!! Sretna vam nova!!! Znam da kasnim sa čestitkama ali tek sam se danas vratila sa Kranjske gore. Bila je ludnica!!! I šta da još kažem osim da vam zaželim puuuuuuuunoooooo zdravlja, ljubavi, novca, sreće...ma ne znam čega još. Uživajte svi u novoj 2006. godini! PEACE & LOVE & RESPECT!!!

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