[pics]Got a P89

Anyone else think she looks like a totally addicted druggie?

Here is a recent pic...
http://spawn.plobe.com/pics/lin319.jpg

Btw if ur right which ur not then she is the healthiest druggie I've ever seen...

:hitit2:

I've already said "I'd rather get in a good fight than shoot someone"...However if I gotta put a hot one in a mofo before he puts one in me I will and will not feel bad about it...

so does this come up too often for you? especially the case where you'd need the cop killer type bullets?

Hook X2]
[50 Cent]
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew (Nigga what)
We hold it down like we supposed to
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs

[50 Cent]
After the VMAs my baby momma cuss my ass out.
I kicked her ass we back friends like Puffy and Steve Stout
Cut the grass around my clique so I could see these sneaks
You see back in the hood it’s cuz I see they fake
I preach a sermon about the paper like I’m cut flow a dollar
I’ll pop you punk niggaz like I pop my collar
I’m confused; I like Megan, Monica, and Mya.
Missy’s freaky and Brandy’s shy, uh
Now take a look at how my lifestyle changed up.
I’m on now, god damn it I done came up.
Now you could find me with the finest hoes.
Choosin’ which whip to drive by what match my clothes.
I got a fetish for the stones, heavy on the ice man
If I ain’t gotta pistol on me, sure I gotta knife man
Get outta line and I’m lightin’ your ass up.
Semi-automatic spray, I’ll tighten your ass up (What)

[Hooks X2]

[Lloyd Banks]
Slow down little nigga
Don’t exceed your speed
Cuz I will put g's on they fitted like the Negro league
I got connects so I don’t need no weed
I’ve been in LA for a year now
So I don’t see no seeds
After I’m done you clappin’ the crew
Hell yeah, I fuck fans
Guess what your favorite rapper does too
In a minute I’ma have the Jew to makin’ my rims spin
My crew run wild at the Jamaica’s at Kingston
Nothin’ but bling bling in ya face boy
That’s why my knicks shine like one of them shirts Puffy and Mase wore
I done find a nympho as soon as I pop a bra
She had my balls head first just like a soccer star
You can only stand next to the man if you proper
Ya'll take care of birds like a animal doctor
Been out and I’m buzzin’ niggas just slept on me
So I’m out for revenge like one of bin laden's cousins

[Young Buc]
Read the paper, look at the news
We one the front page
Yeah we in the Bahamas with AK's on the stage
The ice and the Jacob watch make a broke nigga take somethin’
So I gotta keep the four fifth with no safety button
G-Unit getting’ money
I know some artists is starvin’
But play the game like they rich to me this shit funny
I know you see me comin’
Cuz on the front of the Maybach
It say payback for those who hated on me
I hate when niggas claim they bangin’ a gang
You ain't no crip like snoop
You ain't no blood like gang
See I’ve been having beef
I have my own bullet proof vest
Most of my enemies dead I got about two left
Until my last breath I’m sendin’ niggas bullet holes
Innocent bystanders get hit tryin’ to be heroes
You know how we roll
Every where that we go
It’s fo’ fos’, calicos, and desert eagles (yeah)

[Hook X2]

Would you like to go with me
Down my dead end street
Would you like to come with me
To Village Ghetto Land

See the people lock their doors
While robbers laugh and steal
Beggars watch and eat their meal -from garbage cans

Broken glass is everywhere
It's a bloody scene
Killing plagues the citizens
Unless they own police

Children play with rusted cars
Sores cover their hands
Politicians laugh and drink-drunk to all demands

Families buying dog food now
Starvation roams the streets
Babies die before they're born
Infected by the grief

Now some folks say that we should be
Glad for what we have
Tell me would you be happy in Village Ghetto Land

Village Ghetto Land

Think this thread will make 1000 posts?

Think this thread will make 1000 posts?
It's made it this far, I don't see why not.

As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
'cause if there's one thing that she don't need
it's another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, don't you understand
the child needs a helping hand
or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
are we too blind to see,
do we simply turn our heads
and look the other way

Well the world turns
and a hungry little boy with a runny nose
plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
so he starts to roam the streets at night
and he learns how to steal
and he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
a young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
tries to run, but he don't get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

As her young man dies,
on a cold and gray Chicago mornin',
another little baby child is born
In the ghetto

just keep posting absolutley nothing like me

so does this come up too often for you? especially the case where you'd need the cop killer type bullets?

Peeps hate on those who are doing better than they are that leave the hood...They get jealous and talk saying they gonna do something...Kinda like some some of u do here...Except these peeps use guns not words not to mention they have no common sense, and I dont fuck around when it comes to protecting myself, or my family...

Not to bring harm to cops but alot of not so nice dudes been wearing vests around this town lately...

The stupid thing they do is let everyone know they have a vest...

G-H-E-T-T-O
This is how you start one
Where you started from
On a mission to check
No doubt, got that
I need a couple of minutes to bring the thought back
Got that

I never let another mothafucka
Tell me what to slang about
Especially when my only intention
Is to tell you what I'm thinkin' now
Sang a song to tell you about hustlin'
Another one to tell you 'bout the Lord
My duty is to give 'em something funky
That's the only thing I do it for

[bridge]
And I can't tell you 'bout shit I don't know shit about
Go on, holla, scream it loud
The only thing I'm all about

[chorus]
I got that G-H-E-T-T-O
Take all of my niggas everywhere I go
In the green Range Rover, or the Lex to go
With my Iceburgs rollin' the flow
My people are G-H-E-T-T-O
And we don't give a fuck if everybody know
Cuz I'm (na na na) baby that's for sure
Take the bullshit back to the store
I got the G-H-E-T-T-O

Do it for the figgas, magazines and videos
If you wanna find another nigga
This one do it for the soul
Always used to dream of gettin' bigger
Only for my people
That's why I'm always checkin' fake niggas
On forgettin' where they came from

[bridge]
And I can't tell you 'bout shit I don't know shit about
Go on, holla, scream it loud
The only thing I'm all about

[chorus]
I got that G-H-E-T-T-O
Take all of my niggas everywhere I go
In the green Range Rover, or the Lex to go
With my Iceburgs rollin' the flow
My people are G-H-E-T-T-O
And we don't give a fuck if everybody know
Cuz I'm [na na na] baby that's for sure
Take the bullshit back to the store
I got the G-H-E-T-T-O

Made me believe in the hustle
Told me to get my money
Weed gon' be my muscle
Well here we go now
In my neighborhood, eastside Compton California
My homies all like to spend the night under lights
Streamin' dice and fight
So this nigga just happen to write about it
Make a point to spit flames at the names who disrespect the game
I was a down ass youngster and I'm still the same
And I can see right through you niggas
Before the fame and TV, you was a real nigga just like me
On my block, I ain't never seen a nigga wear high heeled shoes
I ain't never seen a nigga dance with no groom
I ain't never seen a nigga get his hair all bleached
And if he did, he'd get his ass beat for bein' a punk nigga

[chorus]
I got that G-H-E-T-T-O
Take all of my niggas everywhere I go
In the green Range Rover, or the Lex to go
With my Iceburgs rollin' the flow
My people are G-H-E-T-T-O
And we don't give a fuck if everybody know
Cuz I'm [na na na] baby that's for sure
Take the bullshit back to the store
I got the G-H-E-T-T-O
[chorus]
I got that G-H-E-T-T-O
Take all of my niggas everywhere I go
In the green Range Rover, or the Lex to go
With my Iceburgs rollin' the flow
My people are G-H-E-T-T-O
And we don't give a fuck if everybody know
Cuz I'm [na na na] baby that's for sure
Take the bullshit back to the store
I got the G-H-E-T-T-O

I got me a (Ghetto)
Ghetto
From the Ghetto
Ghetto
From the Ghetto
Ghetto
From the Ghetto
Ghetto
Ghetto

Man man look at the sky

All the stars man the stars is beautiful tonight

Look at em



[Mya]

Ghetto supastar that is what you are

Comin from afar reachin for the stars

Run away with me to another place

We can rely on each other uh huh

From one corner to another uh huh



[Pras Michel]

Some got hopes and dreams

We got ways and mean

The supreme dream team always up with the scheme

From hub caps to sellin raps, name your theme

My rise to the top, floatin on this cream

Who the hell wanna stop me, I hated those who doubt

A million refugees with unlimited warranties

Black Ceaser, datin top divas

Diplomatic legalese, no time for a visa

I just begun, I'ma shoot them one by one

Got five sides to me somethin like a pentagon

Strike with the forces of King Solomon

Lettin bygone be bygone and so on and so on

I'ma teach these cats, how to live in the ghetto

Keepin it retro-spective from the get go

Lay low, let my mind shine like a halo

P-p-p-politic with ghetto senators on the d-low



[Mya]

Ghetto supastar, that is what you are

Comin from afar, reachin for the stars

Run away with me, to another place

We can rely on each other, uh huh

From one corner to another, uh huh



[Ol' Dirty Bastard]

My eyes is sore, bein the senator

Behind closed doors hittin truths to the seafloor

The rich don't know, ignore, this tug of war

While the kids are poor open new and better drug stores

So I became hardcore, couldn't take it no more

I'ma reveal everythin change the law

I find myself, walkin the streets

Tryin to find what's really goin on in these streets



[Pras Michel]

Now every dog got his day, needless to say

When the chief away, that's when them cats wanna play

I told you, messin around you fools like Cassius Clay

Stretch my heater make you do a pass de bourree

Kick your balls like Pele, pick em doin ballet

Peak like Dante, broader than Broadway

Get applaud like a madator, cry yellin ole

Who the hell wanna see me, from B.K. to Cali



[Mya]

Ghetto supastar, that is what you are

Comin from afar, reachin for the stars

Run away with me, to another place

We can rely on each other, uh huh

From one corner to another, uh huh



[Pras Michel]

Just when you thought it was safe in a common place

Showcase your finest is losin fast in the horse race

Two face, gettin defaced out, like Scarface

Throw your roll money let me put on my screw face



[Ol' Dirty Bastard]

And I'm paranoid at the things I said

Wonderin what's the penalty from day to day

I'm hangin out, partying with girls that never die

See I was pickin on the small fries, my campaign tellin lies

I was just spreadin my love, didn't know my love

Was the one holdin the gun and the glove

But it's all good as long as it's understood

Let's all together now, in the hood



[Mya]

Ghetto supastar, that is what you are

Comin from afar, reachin for the stars

Run away with me, to another place

We can rely on each other, uh huh

From one corner to another, uh huh



[Pras Michel]

All stars



[Mya]

Ghetto supastar, that is what you are

Comin from afar, reachin for the stars

Run away with me, to another place

We can rely on each other, uh huh

From one corner to another, uh huh

http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-2/112885/kerb.gif Ill make you bite the curb faggot

{All the ghettos around the world}
{Dig this}
{Ghetto Fabulous Joe}
{Shaggy}
All the children sing {Uh}

I'm a ghetto child
I'm a ghetto child (Check it, out)

There's a world out there that I wanna see
There's a man that I'm destined to be
I won't be stopped by the ghetto streets
I believe inside that I can't be beat

This life could be a ball and chain
If you let yourself get caught in the game
I had some friends who sold drugs for dough
But I don't intend to go down that road

Just because I'm a ghetto child
I won't live down to your expectations (No, no)
Just believe that a ghetto child
Can rise in the highest celebration (Oh)
Know that I am a ghetto child
But I can see the best in me, can you
I'm a ghetto child

All the ghettos around the world, dig this

One day I'm gonna change the world
Make a better place for every boy and girl
Everyone in need, homeless families
Have a place to sleep and food to eat

I'll take every gun off the streets
So another tear won't be shed in grief
And every thug in every hood
I will make 'em change from bad to good

I believe that it can be done
Gotta start somewhere and I'm that one
All the children sing (Yeah, yeah)
All the children sing (Yeah, yeah)

Just because I'm a ghetto child
I won't live down to your expectations
Just believe that a ghetto child
Can rise in the highest celebration
Know that I am a ghetto child
But I can see the best in me, can you
I'm a ghetto child (Ooh, yeah, ooh)

{Hey, yo', look at me inna different light}
{Spare me all about those stereotypes}
Ain't no madness that'll bring me down
Gonna take this life and turn it around

{Now see, the sky's the limit, I won't be denied}
{Ain't no stoppin' me, I'm a ghetto child}
And at the end when it's said and done
We will all be singin' this ghetto song

I believe that it can be done (Yeah, oh)
Gotta start somewhere and I'm that one
All the children sing (Yeah, yeah)
All the children sing (Yeah, yeah)

Just because I'm a ghetto child
I won't live down to your expectations
Just believe that a ghetto child
Can rise in the highest celebration (Oh...oh...oh...)
Know that I am a ghetto child
But I can see the best in me, can you
I'm a ghetto child (Let's go to church now)

Just because I'm a ghetto child (Uh)
I won't live down to your expectations (Take me to
church now)
Just believe that a ghetto child (Ooh)
Can rise in the highest celebration (Hey, hey)
Know that I am a ghetto child (Ooh, yeah)
But I can see the best in me, can you
I'm a ghetto child (Hey, ghetto child,
whoa...oh...ooh...)

Just because I'm a ghetto child
I won't live down to your expectations (Sing a song
for me)
Just believe that a ghetto child (Sing a song for me)
Can rise in the highest celebration (Everybody sing it
now, yeah)
Know that I am a ghetto child
But I can see (Ooh, yeah) the best in me, can you (Oh)
I'm a ghetto child (So I can see the best in me, can
you)

It's not where you're from, it's where you're gonna be
(Hey)
It's not where you're from, it's where you're gonna be

Naw idiot...

I been a 3rd World Spanish Gangsta T.W.O. S.I.X since I was 14...I'm 26 now...

SAPD has me listed on their gang database...

U dont live as long as I have, living the life I have lived being a fake wanna be pussy...

Here is a link to info from Chicago Hoodz...
http://chicagohoodz.com/gangs/gangstertwosix1.html


why i don't care....i don't really think you're an ass for being gang related...but...i think you're an ass for bragging about it....or whatever you're doing...

put the gun down and i'd kick your ass.... :]

Peeps hate on those who are doing better than they are that leave the hood...They get jealous and talk saying they gonna do something...Kinda like some some of u do here...Except these peeps use guns not words not to mention they have no common sense, and I dont fuck around when it comes to protecting myself, or my family...

Not to bring harm to cops but alot of not so nice dudes been wearing vests around this town lately...

The stupid thing they do is let everyone know they have a vest...
Your handgun ammunition will not pierce a vest.

Period.

http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-2/112885/kerb.gif

nuff said

YOU KNOW YOU'RE GHETTO IF......

THERE'S REUSABLE BACON GREASE IN A MAXWELL HOUSE CAN IN THE CENTER OF THE BURNERS ON YOUR STOVE.

TURNING UP THE HEAT MEANS TURNING ON ANOTHER BURNER ON THE STOVE.

THE BATTERIES IN YOUR REMOTE CONTROL ARE HELD IN PLACE WITH A PIECE OF TAPE.

YOU HAVE PROJECT HEAT. (NOTE: THIS MEANS THAT YOU HAVE TO OPEN YOUR WINDOW IN THE WINTER.)

SOMETHING SMELLS SPOILED IN THE REFRIGERATOR, AND ALL YOU DO IS CHANGE THE BOX OF ARM & HAMMER BAKING SODA.

YOUR DRINKING GLASSES USED TO BE JELLY JARS.

YOUR FURNITURE IS COVERED IN PLASTIC.

YOU RUN TO GET POTS AS SOON AS IT RAINS.

THE ROACHES IN YOUR HOUSE ONLY COME OUT WHEN COMPANY COMES.

YOU STILL REFER TO YOUR STEREO AS THE HI-FI.

YOU REFER TO YOUR DRESSER AS "THE BUREAU."

YOU REFER TO THE REFRIGERATOR AS AN ICEBOX.

THE BACK Of YOUR TOILET SEAT IS ALWAYS OFF, AND YOU KNOW HOW TO MANUALLY FLUSH IT.

YOU HAVE MORE THAN TEN USES FOR VASELINE, AND ONE OF THEM IS SHOE POLISH.

YOU DON'T THINK YOU'RE CLEAN UNLESS THERE IS VISIBLE BABY POWDERON YOUR NECK AND CHEST, AND YOU AIN'T EVEN NO BABY.

THE HEELS OF YOUR FEET LOOK LIKE YOU'VE BEEN KICKING FLOUR.

YOUR COLLAR IS STILL UP.

YOU WEAR ANY OF THE FOLLOWING: BRUTE, HAI KARATE, JEAN NATE, OLD SPICE, CHLOE, ENGLISH LEATHER, CHARLIE, FABERGE.

YOU USE BLACK EYE LINER TO LINE YOUR LIPS.

YOUR LIPSTICK MATCHES YOUR CLOTHES.

YOU HAVE ROLLS IN THE BACK OF YOUR NECK.

YOU WEAR YOUR SHOWER CAP EVERYWHERE BUT IN THE SHOWER.

YOU DRY-CLEAN YOUR WASHABLE CLOTHING (E.G., JEANS, T-SHIRTS, BASEBALL JERSEY, ETC.).

YOU CLEAN YOUR TEETH WITH A MATCHBOOK OR BUSINESS CARD.

YOU CLEAN YOUR EARS WITH A BOBBY PIN, KEY, OR INK PEN CAP.

YOU WEAR YOUR CLOTHES WITH A TAG ON THEM.

THE ONLY ART YOU OWN IS ON YOUR FINGERNAILS.

YOU GO TO THE BEAUTY SHOP FOR A PRESS AND CURL.

YOUR DAUGHTER IS UNDER SIXTEEN AND HAS EXTENSIONS.

YOU PERM YOUR FIVE-YEAR-OLD'S HAIR.

YOU HAVE TO PUT A TOWEL ON YOUR FURNITURE SO THAT YOUR CURL ACTIVATOR WON'T STAIN IT.

YOU REFER TO THE HAIR AT THE NAPE OF YOUR NECK AS YOUR "KITCHEN."

YOU STILL THINK THERE'S SUCH A THING AS "GOOD" OR "BAD" HAIR.(NOTE: IT'S NOT THE HAIR, IT'S THE BRAIN UNDER IT)

YOUR BABY HAS A BOW OR BARRETTE ON HER ONE STRAND OF HAIR.

YOU NEVER LEARNED TO SWIM BECAUSE YOU COULDN'T GET YOUR HAIR WET.

YOUR CHILD THINKS HIS REAL NAME IS LITTLE MAN.

YOU CHANGED YOUR FIRST NAME 'CAUSE YOU SAID IT WAS THE WHITEMAN'S, BUT KEPT YOUR LAST NAME-YOUR REAL SLAVE NAME.

YOU HAVE TROUBLE SPELLING YOUR CHILDREN'S NAMES, AND YOU NAMED THEM.

YOU WEIGH MORE THAN THREE hundred POUNDS, BUT YOU CLAIM THAT YOU CAN'T EAT EVERYBODY ELSE'S FOOD.

YOU'VE EVER DROPPED ANYTHING AND KISSED IT UP TO GOD.

YOU PAGE YOURSELF.

YOU'RE LATE FOR EVERYTHING, AND YOU TRY TO ACT LIKE IT'S A CULTURAL EXPRESSION.

YOUR MOTHER CLEANED FLOORS TO EDUCATE YOU, AND NOW YOU THINK THAT YOU'RE BETTER THAN HER.

YOU WEAR FLIP-FLOPS OUTSIDE THE HOUSE.

YOU'RE KNOWN FOR ROLLING ANY OF THE FOLLOWING: YOUR NECK, YOUR EYES, YOUR R'S, OR YOUR WRIST.

YOU'VE EVER REFERRED TO THE WIND AS THE HAWK.

YOU ADD "ED" OR "T" TO THE END OF A WORD THAT'S ALREADY IN THE PAST TENSE (E.G., TOOKED, LIGHT-SKINNEDED, KILT, RUINT).

THE PERSON YOU'RE SPEAKING TO DOESN'T SPEAK ANY ENGLISH AND YOU JUST TALK LOUDER.

YOU TALK LOUD ON THE PHONE BECAUSE IT'S LONG DISTANCE.

YOU'VE EVER REFERRED TO ANYTHING AS ONE OF THE FOLLOWING: DO-HICKEY, THING-A-MA-BOB, WHOSEYWHATS, WHATCHAMACALLIT.
YOU USE BUT MISPRONOUNCE THESE WORDS:


AMBALAMPS-AMBULANCE

SKRIMPS OR STRIMPS-SHIRIMP (NOTE: THERE IS NO "S" ON THE END).

PACIFIC VS. SPECIFIC (NOTE: THESE ARE NOT INTERCHANGEABLE. IN ORDER TO DETERMINE WHICH IS APPROPRIATE, LISTEN TO CLUES SUCH AS REFERENCES TO LARGE BODIES OF WATER, AS OPPOSED TO THAT BODY OF WATER.)

SKREET-STREET

AXE-ASK

LOOK DEAD-LOOKED

MEMBER-OF OR PERTAINING TO A RECOLLECTION (E.G., YA'LL MEMBER THE TIME...?)

SPISKETTI-SPAGHETTI

ZINC-SINK

ALBLUMS-WHAT WE USED BEFORE CD's

SHOWLIZ-THAT SURE IS

WAYMENT-WAIT A MINUTE

NEM-CONTRACTION FOR AND THEM (E.G., I CAN'T WAIT 'TIL CLEVON NEM GET HERE.)

YOU PUT FINGERNAIL POLISH ON PANTYHOSE TO KEEP A RUN FROM GETTING WORSE.

YOU BUY YOUR STOCKINGS AT THE SAME PLACE YOU DO YOUR GROCERY SHOPPING.

THE BEST PAIR OF SHOES YOU OWN ARE SNEAKERS.

You wear colored contact. PERIOD.

YOU WEAR A WATCH THAT YOU KNOW DOESN'T WORK.

YOU HAVE MORE SHOES THAN YOU HAVE BOOKS.

YOU THINK OF FATBACK AS A SOURCE OF NUTRITION. (NOTE: THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS LOW-FAT FATBACK.)

YOU USE SALT BEFORE YOU TASTE YOUR FOOD.

YOU USE CATSUP ON ANYTHING OTHER THAN A HOT DOG, FRENCH FRIES, OR HAMBURGER.

YOU GOT ANGRY WHEN THE GOVERNMENT STOPPED THE CHEESE PROGRAM.

EVERY TIME YOU HAVE MACARONI AND CHEESE, YOU FEEL A NEED TO COMMENT ON HOW NOTHING MAKES IT BETTER THAN "THE GOBMENT CHEESE."

YOU KNOW HOW TO MELT GOVERNMENT CHEESE.

YOU'RE ALWAYS EATING AT OTHER PEOPLE'S HOUSES, BUT YOU NEVER BRING ANYTHING.

YOU EVER THOUGHT THAT COFFEE WOULD MAKE YOU BLACK.

YOU PUT YOUR SALTED PEANUTS IN THE BOTTOM OF YOUR COCA-COLA.

YOU EAT COUGH DROPS LIKE THEY'RE CANDY.

YOU EAT OATMEAL BECAUSE IT STICKS TO YOUR RIBS ON A COLD DAY.

YOU POP OR CRACK YOUR GUM.

YOU'RE AT CHURCH AND PEOPLE CAN TELL WHAT YOU'LL BE HAVING FOR DINNER FROM THE SMELL OF YOUR COAT.

YOU EAT CHITTERLINGS, PERIOD.

YOU EAT THESE GHETTO SNACKS:

PORK RINDS

CHITTERLINGS

MOON PIES WITH COKE

LICORICE

SALT AND VINEGAR CHIPS

NOW AND LATERS (ESPECIALLY GRAPE)

THOSE LITTLEJUICE-FILLED WAX CANDIES

PIXIE STIX

TWISTERS

BOM POPS

PUSH-UPS

CANDY NECKLACES

JAWBREAKERS

THE SUGAR FAMILY-SUGAR DADDY, SUGAR MAMA,SUGARBABIES.

YOU DRINK THESE GHETTO BEVERAGES:

YOO-HOO

MALT LIQUOR

TAHITIAN TREAT

FANTA ORANGE

RED KOOL-AID

RED DOG

ANYTHING THAT COSTS .99 AND COMES IN A GALLON JUG

FRESCA

HAWAIIAN PUNCH

THE REAR WINDOW OF YOUR CAR IS FILLED WITH STUFFED ANIMALS.

YOU HAVE A CRACK ACROSS YOUR FRONT WINDSHIELD AND YOU NEVER BOTHER TO GET IT FIXED.

YOUR CAR COST MORE THAN YOUR HOUSE.

YOU DRIVE AROUND ON THE DONUT, MONTHS AFTER THE FLAT HAPPENED.

ANY OF THE FOLLOWING IS YOUR FAVORITE CAR: BMW, CADDY, GREMLIN, HORNET, JEEP CHEROKEE, LINCOLN, MAXIMA, NISSAN, PACER, PINTO.

YOU CAN LEARN THE LATEST DANCES FROM YOUR CHURCH CHOIR.

THE OFFERING PLATE AT YOUR CHURCH GOES AROUND FIVE TIMES.

THE ANNOUNCEMENTS AT YOUR CHURCH ARE LONGER THAN THE SERMON.

EITHER THE BRIDE OR GROOM SINGS A SOLO TO EACH OTHER, OR BOTH.

NOBODY IN THE WEDDING CAN REALLY FIT IN HER DRESS, INCLUDING THE BRIDE.

THE RECEPTION MEAL WAS COOKED BY THE BRIDE'S MOTHER.

THERE ARE MORE GUEST AT THE RECEPTION THAT THERE WERE AT THE WEDDING.

THERE ARE MORE PEOPLE IN THE WEDDING THAN THERE ARE IN THE AUDIENCE.

EVERYBODY'S EXES WERE INVITED, BECAUSE THEY'RE ALL REMARRIED TO SOMEBODY ELSE IN THE FAMILY.

YOUR WEDDING DRESS IS ALSO A MATERNITY DRESS.

YOUR WEDDING MARCH IS ACTUALLY A MARCH.

YOU SING GHETTO WEDDING SONGS: "ALWAYS AND FOREVER," "I'LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU," "YOU AND I," "WIND BENEATH MY WINGS," "HERE AND NOW," "RIBBON IN THE SKY," "FOR ALWAYS."

THE DECEASED AND HIS WIDOW ARE WEARING MATCHING OUTFITS.

SOMEONE TRIES TO CLIMB IN THE COFFIN.

MORE THAN ONE PERSON THINKS THAT HE IS THE CURRENT SPOUSE OF THE DECEASED.

THE MAJORITY OF THE FLOWERS AT THE BURIAL SITE ARE PLASTIC, AND/OR TAKEN BACK THE FOLLOWING DAY.

THE SERVICE LASTS FOR HALF A DAY.

POLAROID SHOTS ARE BEING TAKEN OF THE DECEASED.

NO ONE KNEW THE DECEASED BY HIS REAL NAME. ("WHO'S RAVON WILLIAMS III, I THOUGHT HIS NAME WAS BOOKIE.")

MOST OF THE MOURNERS COMMENT THAT THE DECEASED DIDN'T LOOK THAT GOOD WHEN HE WAS ALIVE.

YOU EVER SAID THAT THE DECEASED HAS "SLIPPED AWAY."

YOU GO OUT TO A NIGHTCLUB, BUT YOU STAY OUTSIDE IN FRONT OF THE CLUB.

YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS GET YOUR PICTURE TAKEN IN FRONT OF THE WICKER FAN CHAIR.

YOU EVER TOOK A BUS TO A NIGHTCLUB.

YOU ASK PERFECT STRANGERS TO TAKE A PICTURE WITH YOU, THEN YOU TELL ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS THAT THIS IS SOMEONE YOU ACTUALLY DATED.

THE ONLY SONG OF THE NIGHT THAT YOU DANCE TO IS THE ELECTRIC SLIDE.
YOU KNOW YOU'RE GHETTO IF YOU HEAR OR SAY ANY OF THE FOLLOWING PHRASES:

WHAT'S YOUR SIGN?

RIGHT ABOUT NOW WE'RE GONNA TAKE A PAUSE FOR THE CAUSE.

RIGHT ABOUT NOW WE GONNA SLOW IT DOWN JUST A TASTE.

IS YOU MARRIED?

CAN I GET THOSE 7 DIGITS?

YOU KNOW ALL THE WORDS TO "FLOAT ON."

YOU HAVE ALL OF KENNY G.'S CDs, BUT NONE OF GERALD ALBRIGHT'S.

YOU'VE BEEN TO MORE THAN ONE PLAY WITH THE WORD MAMMA IN THE TITLE.

YOU'VE WON A GRAMMY FOR YOUR B---- AND HO RAP RECORD, AND YOU START YOU ACCEPTANCE SPEECH WITH THE FOLLOWING PHRASE: "FIRST OF ALL, I WANT TO THANK GOD, WHO IS THE HEAD OF MY LIFE."
ANY OF THE FOLLOWING IS YOUR FAVORITE GROUP:

CLIMAX

THE BROTHERS JOHNSON

THE SILVERS

JODECI

READY FOR THE WORLD

TINA MARIE

TARVARIS

COMMODORES

FIFTH DIMENSION

JACKSONS/NOT THE JACKSON 5

OSMONDS (PSYCHE)

YOUR CHILDREN'S ONLY FORM OF ENTERTAINMENT IS SINGING IN THE WINDOW FAN.

YOUR CHILD DROPS HIS PACIFIER, AND YOU SANITIZE IT BY SUCKING ON IT.

YOU CHEW YOUR BABY'S FOOD AND THEN FEED IT TO THEM. (YOU AIN'T NO BIRD. STOP ACTING LIKE ONE.)

YOU EVER SENT YOUR CHILDREN TO PICK OUT THEIR OWN SWITCH.

YOU'VE EVER BEEN BEATEN WITH AN EXTENSION CORD.

YOUR MOTHER SOUNDED LIKE A RAP ARTIST WHEN SHE WAS BEATING YOU.

YOUR SON IS NOT EVEN FIVE YEARS OLD, BUT HE HAS HIS EARS PIERCED.

YOUR CHILDREN DON'T KNOW THE WORDS TO "PUNCHINELLA" OR MISS MARY MACK," BUT THEY KNOW THE LYRICS TO ALL OF SNOOP DOGGY DOGG'S RECORDS.

YOUR CHILDREN GO TO SCHOOL SMELLING LIKE HOT BACON GREASE.

YOU PAY MORE FOR YOUR CHILD'S SNEAKERS THAN YOU DO FOR THEIR CHILDCARE.

YOU PINCH YOU NEWBORN'S NOSE TO MAKE IT THIN.

EVERY CHILD IN THE FAMILY HAS A DIFFERENT LAST NAME. (NOTE: THIS IS NOT A CRITICISM OF SINGLE MOTHERS. IT IS, HOWEVER, A CRITICISM OF THE FACT THAT SHE DOESN'T THINK HER NAME IS BETTER THAN THAT OF THE FATHER WHO HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH HIS OWN CHILD.)

YOU USE ABORTION AS A FORM OF BIRTH CONTROL.

YOU EVER PLAYED DODGE BALL.

YOU EVER RAN A RACE BAREFOOT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET AT APPROXIMATELY ELEVEN AT NIGHT.

YOU EVER PLAYED KICK THE CAN.

YOU EVER PLAYED KNUCKLES.

YOUR BASKETBALL HOOP HAS A RIM BUT NO NET.

YOU THOUGHT THAT YOU WERE A GYMNAST BECAUSE YOU COULD DO A HIGH FLIP ON A PISSY MATTRESS THAT SOMEBODY THREW OUT.

YOU'VE EVER PLAYED RED-LIGHT-GREEN-LIGHT.

YOU'VE EVER CHEATED IN A GAME OF MOTHER MAY I.

I relate to most of this song so here it is
*From the album beg for mercy*

Chorus:
Ain't it amazing how crazy the hood dun made me feel
like my emotions are froze stay "G'd Up",
its tha things tha i dun seen and the shit ive been
through that made my heart turn cold i stay
"G'd Up",Im a gangsta ya find out fo sho if u eva
step on my toes I stay "G'd Up", when im
hanigin' out tha window wit that AK fillin ya punk ass wit holes

[50 Cent]
Cocaine, heroin, extacy, marijuana, im new on
that greyhound from NY to the Carolina, paper
chase different name, same face dont catch a case,
my road dogs on parole his baby gurls 4 years
old, we play tha block pistol cocked, u could shoot or
get shot

kill u for ur crack spot take
everything your ass got, semi-automatics spary, bust
back or run away, niggaz talkin in tha
hood we'll handle this another day, in November u make my shit,
u should b dead, if u can catch a
Christmas,ill send u a gift,niggaz will come
and leave yo ass twisted

them hollowtips shells
burn baby burn,see niggaz get merked up,N babies
born make tha world turn, i've seen it all crystal
clear so i keep my pistol near,hearts never full of
fear homie i stay well aware of whats goin
around me muthafuckas want me dead i'll go wit a
smile on my face,when its my time kid

[Chorus]

lil nigga I dun paved the way,yall should thank e'm,
but if u think otherwise bring ya boy over
here so i could spank e'm,ill put a end to your career
bitch (bitch),before u speak on 50,buy
fourty in a spare clip, these niggaz gassed up gettin
to used to rap like i wont give
them more blood clots than supercat,niggaz will snatch
ya im like a bat catcher ill give em
signs and they'll throw something at ya

round here
niggaz die off hydro and even when it aint tha
4th of July it sound like pyro,i'm smart enuff to creep
n lay ur dumb brains down the pound will
spin u around like tha young James Brown (yeah) i know
im hot but hey (hey) im icy to rocks will
hit u from a block away like a beat from Dr.Dre we takin'
over this year case tha soldiers is
here everyone knows its a scare (yeah)!

[Chorus]

my popa never bothered to show me what it was to be a
man he just pop another bottle n smoke
up a half a gram,i would hop in my Impala and ride all
throught tha night

they gave my homeboy life so when u do it do it right,my fingernails still filled with cocaine residue,i still got
tha heart to go bust me ahead or 2 (fo sho)no other
soulution u think we hollerin n hooptin'

until u wake up n u gotta here about these shootings,
I take a bullet from mah vooz n put tha
clip in my pocket before i take another bullet im
gonna pull it and pop it (bllaaatt)

if its beef my nigga then let your guns do tha talkin'
the graveyard has got plenty room for a
coffin (haha)they say we responsible for boostin tha
crime rate they say we tha reason these
young niggaz is buying weight but im gonna keep this
glock on my waist till my dyin'days its
"Nuttin But A G Thang" G-Unit And Dr.Dre

[Chorus]

Here is a recent pic...
http://spawn.plobe.com/pics/lin319.jpg

Btw if ur right which ur not then she is the healthiest druggie I've ever seen...


plump