-I've got a Madden 2006 tourney tomorrow at 3pm. I'm pretty fucking nervous about it. I've been praciticing all week. Wednesday I played 9 games, and Thursday I played 12. That's 21 games of straight up practice against the 'good' teams. I still have today to adjust to Michael Vick and shit. I need to find some good plays to stop that fucker. Oakland Raiders defense doesnt really cut it..I hope I can injure him right away so my opponent has to settle for Matt Schaubb. I'm gonna come off as a real asshole during this thing cause I'm gonna be listening to my Ipod the whole time. I cant let these kids distract me. It's Kerry Collins to Courtney Anderson/Zeron Flemister all day!! Randy Moss is just a decoy.
-My friend has a gig tonight at 8, and I might miss it cause I wanna get some real hardcore practice in..haha. Maybe I'll do what I have to do all morning and afternoon. It'll be good if I get my mind off of this shit at night. But you know..crowds, the smell of food, people looking at me..not a great combination. That's when Nausea gets the best of me...weird, that's the same thing that's gonna go down on Saturday at this tourney..pretty much. Fuck.
-How did I miss Suzy???
-I will probably add more in the morning..if I'm not busy studying the defensive playbook.
-If I had to be scared of someone it would definitely be M.O.P. & Kool G Rap. They seem like pirates.
Verse One: Lil' Fame
Let's take a slide through the ill side of town with this B-Boy
Watch out for Jake, snakes and decoys
The streets keep you p-noid
Everyday's a new game, we do thangs for new thangs
This kid got stuck for like three G's and two chains
Yo, I know about these streets I was raised in
In my crib I heard villians outside blazin
Mad shots was poppin and, I see visions of droppin men
Five minutes later some nigga was sprawled out on Hopkinson
That's why this Downtown Swinga
Ruckus bringa be packin bangers
and making holsters out of clothes hangers
It's only one life to give in, get in where ya fit in
The fo'-fo' will cold push ya shit in
So keep ya gun breezed for fuckin with these New York Desperadoes
We'll bust open your head like avocadoes
Heavy artillery in my facility
For you snake ass ones I stick to my gunz
Chorus:
Yo what up? Ain't nothin; is it real? Yeah son
What's todays mathematics nigga? Stick to ya gunz!
What's the word? Ain't nothin; is it real? Yeah son
What's todays knowledge of self? Stick to ya gunz!
Verse Two: Billy Danze
The most beautifullest thing in the world is a fo'-fo' Desert Eagle
Nigga, THAT SHIT IS DIESEL!!
Lethal hollow point slugs bust through any object
Squeeze it at rapid fire, clear the whole projects
I ain't gonna be beefin or eyein you
Silently I move violently
Me, ain't no reliable see
I been chasin and lacin tough guys for days
Findin ways to erase em, and place em in a grave
If it happen as far as cappin, I'm in the mix
And i'd rather be judged by twelve, than laid by six
My kind, on the front line still standin
Mr. Billy Danze, and I'll working with a mini cannon
Holdin it down it's the drama lord
So you riff, you be lift and laid stiff as a fuckin board
Firin squad, niggaz on the run
Get props from top notch niggaz that ill bill, stick to they guns
Chorus: repeat 2X
Verse Three: Kool G. Rap
Aiyyo, I represent Queens, on crime scenes a murder machine
Put M-16's in niggaz spleens
So head for the hills, nigga cause when I get ill
it's blood spilled for real
I aim my fuckin steel and shoot to kill
So grab your bodyshield get ready for the duckin
The biscuit that I'm clutchin
Bustin' like cess but that's the fuckin dutchman
Buckin at all you sucka cluckin niggaz that want the ruckus
We'll be three niggaz who's clappin but we ain't applaudin you motherfuckers
Keep my mack hid up under back, two shots to crack lids
Ain't gotta go rush to Toys R Us to get you Cabbage Patch Kid
Once I let the laser beams gleam and the red dots are seen,
Your whole team is gettin blown to smithereens
Queens on the motherfuckin map nigga we stay strapped
In fact I let a AK cap push your toupee back
Runnin with mad sons gunnin shit up and leave your hit up for the funds
Niggaz better stick to they guns
Chorus: repeat 2X
There's a part G Rap's verse that I couldnt figure out, so I left it the way it was.
Download it. M.O.P. feat Kool G Rap - Stick To Ya Gunz
-My wife is walking down the isle to that...and she's gotta rap Kool G's verse.
-My friend has a gig tonight at 8, and I might miss it cause I wanna get some real hardcore practice in..haha. Maybe I'll do what I have to do all morning and afternoon. It'll be good if I get my mind off of this shit at night. But you know..crowds, the smell of food, people looking at me..not a great combination. That's when Nausea gets the best of me...weird, that's the same thing that's gonna go down on Saturday at this tourney..pretty much. Fuck.
-How did I miss Suzy???
-I will probably add more in the morning..if I'm not busy studying the defensive playbook.
-If I had to be scared of someone it would definitely be M.O.P. & Kool G Rap. They seem like pirates.
Verse One: Lil' Fame
Let's take a slide through the ill side of town with this B-Boy
Watch out for Jake, snakes and decoys
The streets keep you p-noid
Everyday's a new game, we do thangs for new thangs
This kid got stuck for like three G's and two chains
Yo, I know about these streets I was raised in
In my crib I heard villians outside blazin
Mad shots was poppin and, I see visions of droppin men
Five minutes later some nigga was sprawled out on Hopkinson
That's why this Downtown Swinga
Ruckus bringa be packin bangers
and making holsters out of clothes hangers
It's only one life to give in, get in where ya fit in
The fo'-fo' will cold push ya shit in
So keep ya gun breezed for fuckin with these New York Desperadoes
We'll bust open your head like avocadoes
Heavy artillery in my facility
For you snake ass ones I stick to my gunz
Chorus:
Yo what up? Ain't nothin; is it real? Yeah son
What's todays mathematics nigga? Stick to ya gunz!
What's the word? Ain't nothin; is it real? Yeah son
What's todays knowledge of self? Stick to ya gunz!
Verse Two: Billy Danze
The most beautifullest thing in the world is a fo'-fo' Desert Eagle
Nigga, THAT SHIT IS DIESEL!!
Lethal hollow point slugs bust through any object
Squeeze it at rapid fire, clear the whole projects
I ain't gonna be beefin or eyein you
Silently I move violently
Me, ain't no reliable see
I been chasin and lacin tough guys for days
Findin ways to erase em, and place em in a grave
If it happen as far as cappin, I'm in the mix
And i'd rather be judged by twelve, than laid by six
My kind, on the front line still standin
Mr. Billy Danze, and I'll working with a mini cannon
Holdin it down it's the drama lord
So you riff, you be lift and laid stiff as a fuckin board
Firin squad, niggaz on the run
Get props from top notch niggaz that ill bill, stick to they guns
Chorus: repeat 2X
Verse Three: Kool G. Rap
Aiyyo, I represent Queens, on crime scenes a murder machine
Put M-16's in niggaz spleens
So head for the hills, nigga cause when I get ill
it's blood spilled for real
I aim my fuckin steel and shoot to kill
So grab your bodyshield get ready for the duckin
The biscuit that I'm clutchin
Bustin' like cess but that's the fuckin dutchman
Buckin at all you sucka cluckin niggaz that want the ruckus
We'll be three niggaz who's clappin but we ain't applaudin you motherfuckers
Keep my mack hid up under back, two shots to crack lids
Ain't gotta go rush to Toys R Us to get you Cabbage Patch Kid
Once I let the laser beams gleam and the red dots are seen,
Your whole team is gettin blown to smithereens
Queens on the motherfuckin map nigga we stay strapped
In fact I let a AK cap push your toupee back
Runnin with mad sons gunnin shit up and leave your hit up for the funds
Niggaz better stick to they guns
Chorus: repeat 2X
There's a part G Rap's verse that I couldnt figure out, so I left it the way it was.
Download it. M.O.P. feat Kool G Rap - Stick To Ya Gunz
-My wife is walking down the isle to that...and she's gotta rap Kool G's verse.
It drives me right up the wall, and I can't play it anymore.