frends are choosen for different reasons..why do u choose urs?

i choose my frends cos i c something unique in them

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Posted: at 1-06-2009 04:37 PM (14 years ago) | Gistmaniac

l don't Choose Friends, l accommodate everyone dat comes with a Good Heart

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Posted: at 1-06-2009 11:33 PM (14 years ago) | Addicted Hero

hmm. i dnt add everyone that sends me a request as a freind. i try to see if they are active in the forums and if they are not i try to get to kno them before i add them. if they send me a mail in my inbox saying they want my number and my email address..thats a deny!

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Posted: at 2-06-2009 12:03 AM (14 years ago) | Gistmaniac

I NEDE FORCE FRIENDSHIP, IF ITS WANNA HAPPEN, IT WILL HAPPEN JUST LIKE THAT...NOT BY CHOOSE OR FORCE

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Posted: at 2-06-2009 12:36 AM (14 years ago) | Hero

U R NEGATIVE IT DEPENSE ON U TOO..HOW A FRIENDSHIP WILL END..

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Posted: at 2-06-2009 09:54 AM (14 years ago) | Hero

 

Nobody likes me...
Nobody likes me
But that's ok
Cuz I don't like yall anyway
An' I don't like yall anyway
phyuk all yall! My watch talk to me
My whip talk to me
My gat talk for me
BLAW! what up homie
The bitches who don't know me
They wanna blow me
Cuz the shit I floss with
be sayin' everything for me
I came into rap humbly
I don't give a phyuk now
I'll serve anybody
like niggas who hustle uptown
The coke price go up
Cats just come down
The D's run in my crib
I'm nowhere to be found
Niggas who hustle for me
They don't even stash cracks
They keep it on 'em
Right there in they ass crack
I don't like a nigga
I don't pretend to
I'll Have the paramedics wrappin'
Your phyukin' head like a Hindu
Look I ain't goin' nowhere
So be used to me
OG's look at me
An' see I'm what they used to be
I'm that nigga that sold coke
The nigga that sold dope
The nigga that shot dice
Went broke an' sold soap
The thug that pop shit
The thug that pop myth's
The thug that went from 3 1/2
To a whole brick
Nigga ain't in his right mind
Goin' against me
My bitches pray at the words
That make a blind man see


Scream Muurdaaa
I don't believe you
Muurdaaa
phyuk around an' leave you
Muurdaaa
I don't believe you
Murda, murda
Your life's on the line
Ya'll niggas don't
Want no parts of me
I'm tryin' to figure out
How ya'll started me
You gon' make me
Catch you on a late night
Pop shots with the fifth
Then slide off in the six


I'm not a marksman while sparkin'
So I spray random
Not a pretty nigga
But my moms think I'm handsome
I hate to hear he say
She say shit
Unless he say
She says
She on my dick
It's no coincidence
Niggas who phyuk wit' me
Get shot up (blaw, blaw)
I'll do a Cali-style-
Drive by, an' tear your block up
You soft duke
You puttin' up a crazy front
I stay wit' the mack
Them niggas tried to blaze me once
In the hood they're like "Damn!"
"50 really spit it on 'em."
"You heard that shit?"
"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em."
Beef, you don't want none
So don't start none
You just a small playa in this game
Play your part, son


Scream Muurdaaa
I don't believe you
Muurdaaa
phyuk around an' leave you
Muurdaaa
I don't believe you
Murda, murda
Your life's on the line


These cats always
Escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks
An' only dealt with dimes
Leave it to them
An' they say they got a fast car
Nascar
Truck with a crash bar
An' TV's in the dash, Pa
See them in the five
Wit' stock rims
I just laugh, Pa
I catch stunts
When I ain't tryin'
I ain't lyin'
I sip Don P 'til I spit up
Keep my wrist lit up
Get out of line
I'll get you hit up
Now if you say my name
In your rhymes
You better watch what you say
You get carried away
You could get shot
An' carried away
Now here's a list of MC's
That could kill you in eight bars
50, ummm....
Jay-Z and Nas
I'ma say this shit now
An'never again
We ain't buddies
We ain't partners
An' we damn sure ain't friends
The games you playin'
You get killed like that
Actin' like you all hard
You ain't built like that
See me, when you see me nigga
What! What!

Scream Muurdaaa
I don't believe you
Muurdaaa
phyuk around an' leave you
Muurdaaa
I don't believe you
Murda, murda
Your life's on the line
Ya'll niggas don't
Want no parts of me
I'm tryin' to figure out
How ya'll started me
You gon' make me
Catch you on a late night
Pop shots with the fifth
Then slide off in the six

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Posted: at 2-06-2009 11:34 AM (14 years ago) | Addicted Hero

make u like am well well but no allow him see ur jerusalem

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Posted: at 2-06-2009 12:12 PM (14 years ago) | Hero

why do u need a friend in d first place....?

Posted: at 2-06-2009 12:14 PM (14 years ago) | Hero

we all need frends at a certain point in our life....to talk to,share our sorrows with,laugh wit....mazi we are not complete without frends

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Posted: at 2-06-2009 12:19 PM (14 years ago) | Gistmaniac

so wat do u call some1 like dat....a comforter?

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Posted: at 2-06-2009 12:29 PM (14 years ago) | Gistmaniac