this was my shyt when i was in uni
this was my shyt when i was in uni
that was not there 15 minutes ago
Never thought to add it for him since he been Coli certified since day one...
louisvandross
the lesbian converter
Ohhhh and everyone needs to put Australia on your bucket list
young Rizzy telling the truth here boiiiii. I never been to Australia, but I go to the disney college program's Vista Way in Orlando, & when the wave of Australian females arrived last year, all of them had ass on ass on ass.
Snitchin Splatter
Working With The Feds
@TAYLONDO SAMSWORTHY 
as always
we need more artists who are active with the community besides on things like twitter
as alwayswe need more artists who are active with the community besides on things like twitter
Axum Ezana
Driving in the fast lane
who your top 5 fav rappers of all time?
Mannnn I remember it was probably the 2nd or 3rd week of me being in NYC with 50 and I'm at the office chillin, still taking in this crazy ass dream thats happening. I get called down by Fifs driver to join him in the lobby. Fif is outside in a new droptop old school that he received from Funk Flex bumpin the G-Unit Radio 22 (Hip Hop is Dead) CD hellllla loud cheeeesin! WhooKid just finished mixing it and I was on a few joints on there btw, gooodtimes.. So anyways I hop in the passenger side and we start riding through NYC 
We hop on the highway and we're just vibin to the tape speeding past traffic, all while the Bulletroof was following behind us. People were catching glimpses of us whenever we slowed down and were losing their minds like "50 cent?!!! Ohhh shyt!!"
They would always motion to get their cameraphones but could never really get a clean shot. At this point I still havent taken a picture of or with this nikka cus I didn't wanna look corny but thats besides the point.
So we get off the freeway and pulloff on a side street and stop.. Now mind you, its afternoon time in the spring, so its good weather, bright and sunny out. Fifs driver in the BP pulls up behind us, gets out and pops the trunk. Fif gets out and a minute later, comes back to the old school and goes "Rod, put this on..."
MANNNNNN this nikka throws me a bulletproof vest, a XXL black g-unit t-shirt to put on over it, and a black g-unit hat. Im like, mannnnnnnnnn I'm tryna sign to a record label not a gang nikka!! (I said this inside not out loud) I grabbed the shyt all cool like "fasho my nikka where we goin?"
He's like "My hood"...
I'm like "ight cool".... 
So now Im rocking a damn vest, rolling in the passenger seat with 50 Cent, in a droptop funk flex lowrider, with the top down, headin straight to Southside jamaica queens in broooooad daylight bumpin G-Unit Radio 22 HELLLLA LOUD... Im hellllllllllla sad but my pokerface is on a trilllionn. Halfway there this nikka look over at me and says
"You scared lil nikka??"
Im like "nawwwwww nikka I aint trippin... I'm rollin with a real nikka right??" We started laughin..
My laughs were really cries for help as I didn't know this nikkas intentions lol... Nahhh but the shyt was intense. Im texting my nikkas the whole time tellin them I'm might die in a bit and if I do at least I went out on top. Whatever that means....
So we're mobbin through Southside now, flexin, bumpin an unreleased G-Unit tape hella loud, nikka are instantly rcognizing Fif since the top was down and I'm sure Im gonna get popped in the head at any moment. The vest seems hella pointless at this moment but its better than nothing I guess... Im wondering why the fukk is this nikka stopping at these red lights, nikkas running up to the car and shyt screamin FIF!! FIF!!! WHAT UP MY nikka!!! Helllla love from the hoood from all directions.. Im just hopin theres just not one stupid young nikka who would try to get some suicide stripes and swiss chees the car up....
After circling the hood for about 10 minutes we pull up to a crib and hop out.. Fif runs in the house and tells me to chill outside... Im like ightttttt man am i cool?
He just chuckles and dips inside... MANNNNNNN I SWEAR I turned around and shook up with like 2-3 nikkas who were family who assured me I was safe cuz this was Fifs hood and I'm with the general... I swear to you when I turned around 5 minutes later the WHOOOOOOLE BLOCK WAS FLOOOODED WITH nikkaS and Im like wowwww this shyt is crazy!! ALLLLLL LOVE TOO.. nikkas came with that sneaky re-assurance that it was all love and we were out there minglin, choppin it up and just really kickin it with family, friends, fans, etc.. Felt like home out there... No nikka can say Fif cant go back to the hood to me after that.. I would slap them nikkas cus I knew first-hand that nikka had no issues there... I can tell the story better than I type but hopefully you get the point... This was an epic moment on this journey man.. Fif is a real ass nikka, down to earth and just downright genuine.. Thats why nikkas have no choice but to respect him. Im not proof reading this shyt so I hope this came out coool...
Gotta hit the studio so I'll hit yall with another story later or tomorrow
We hop on the highway and we're just vibin to the tape speeding past traffic, all while the Bulletroof was following behind us. People were catching glimpses of us whenever we slowed down and were losing their minds like "50 cent?!!! Ohhh shyt!!"
They would always motion to get their cameraphones but could never really get a clean shot. At this point I still havent taken a picture of or with this nikka cus I didn't wanna look corny but thats besides the point. So we get off the freeway and pulloff on a side street and stop.. Now mind you, its afternoon time in the spring, so its good weather, bright and sunny out. Fifs driver in the BP pulls up behind us, gets out and pops the trunk. Fif gets out and a minute later, comes back to the old school and goes "Rod, put this on..."
MANNNNNN this nikka throws me a bulletproof vest, a XXL black g-unit t-shirt to put on over it, and a black g-unit hat. Im like, mannnnnnnnnn I'm tryna sign to a record label not a gang nikka!! (I said this inside not out loud) I grabbed the shyt all cool like "fasho my nikka where we goin?"
He's like "My hood"...
I'm like "ight cool".... So now Im rocking a damn vest, rolling in the passenger seat with 50 Cent, in a droptop funk flex lowrider, with the top down, headin straight to Southside jamaica queens in broooooad daylight bumpin G-Unit Radio 22 HELLLLA LOUD... Im hellllllllllla sad but my pokerface is on a trilllionn. Halfway there this nikka look over at me and says
"You scared lil nikka??"
Im like "nawwwwww nikka I aint trippin... I'm rollin with a real nikka right??" We started laughin..
My laughs were really cries for help as I didn't know this nikkas intentions lol... Nahhh but the shyt was intense. Im texting my nikkas the whole time tellin them I'm might die in a bit and if I do at least I went out on top. Whatever that means....
So we're mobbin through Southside now, flexin, bumpin an unreleased G-Unit tape hella loud, nikka are instantly rcognizing Fif since the top was down and I'm sure Im gonna get popped in the head at any moment. The vest seems hella pointless at this moment but its better than nothing I guess... Im wondering why the fukk is this nikka stopping at these red lights, nikkas running up to the car and shyt screamin FIF!! FIF!!! WHAT UP MY nikka!!! Helllla love from the hoood from all directions.. Im just hopin theres just not one stupid young nikka who would try to get some suicide stripes and swiss chees the car up....
After circling the hood for about 10 minutes we pull up to a crib and hop out.. Fif runs in the house and tells me to chill outside... Im like ightttttt man am i cool?
He just chuckles and dips inside... MANNNNNNN I SWEAR I turned around and shook up with like 2-3 nikkas who were family who assured me I was safe cuz this was Fifs hood and I'm with the general... I swear to you when I turned around 5 minutes later the WHOOOOOOLE BLOCK WAS FLOOOODED WITH nikkaS and Im like wowwww this shyt is crazy!! ALLLLLL LOVE TOO.. nikkas came with that sneaky re-assurance that it was all love and we were out there minglin, choppin it up and just really kickin it with family, friends, fans, etc.. Felt like home out there... No nikka can say Fif cant go back to the hood to me after that.. I would slap them nikkas cus I knew first-hand that nikka had no issues there... I can tell the story better than I type but hopefully you get the point... This was an epic moment on this journey man.. Fif is a real ass nikka, down to earth and just downright genuine.. Thats why nikkas have no choice but to respect him. Im not proof reading this shyt so I hope this came out coool...
Gotta hit the studio so I'll hit yall with another story later or tomorrow
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To @TAYLONDO SAMSWORTHY Keeping It Real 
Trajan
Veteran
My ex was half white half black nikka
In other words she was was half black half CAC nikka (cracckkkerrr)
Mannnn I remember it was probably the 2nd or 3rd week of me being in NYC with 50 and I'm at the office chillin, still taking in this crazy ass dream thats happening. I get called down by Fifs driver to join him in the lobby. Fif is outside in a new droptop old school that he received from Funk Flex bumpin the G-Unit Radio 22 (Hip Hop is Dead) CD hellllla loud cheeeesin! WhooKid just finished mixing it and I was on a few joints on there btw, gooodtimes.. So anyways I hop in the passenger side and we start riding through NYC
We hop on the highway and we're just vibin to the tape speeding past traffic, all while the Bulletroof was following behind us. People were catching glimpses of us whenever we slowed down and were losing their minds like "50 cent?!!! Ohhh shyt!!"
So we get off the freeway and pulloff on a side street and stop.. Now mind you, its afternoon time in the spring, so its good weather, bright and sunny out. Fifs driver in the BP pulls up behind us, gets out and pops the trunk. Fif gets out and a minute later, comes back to the old school and goes "Rod, put this on..."
MANNNNNN this nikka throws me a bulletproof vest, a XXL black g-unit t-shirt to put on over it, and a black g-unit hat. Im like, mannnnnnnnnn I'm tryna sign to a record label not a gang nikka!! (I said this inside not out loud) I grabbed the shyt all cool like "fasho my nikka where we goin?"
He's like "My hood"...
So now Im rocking a damn vest, rolling in the passenger seat with 50 Cent, in a droptop funk flex lowrider, with the top down, headin straight to Southside jamaica queens in broooooad daylight bumpin G-Unit Radio 22 HELLLLA LOUD... Im hellllllllllla sad but my pokerface is on a trilllionn. Halfway there this nikka look over at me and says
"You scared lil nikka??"
Im like "nawwwwww nikka I aint trippin... I'm rollin with a real nikka right??" We started laughin..
My laughs were really cries for help as I didn't know this nikkas intentions lol... Nahhh but the shyt was intense. Im texting my nikkas the whole time tellin them I'm might die in a bit and if I do at least I went out on top. Whatever that means....
So we're mobbin through Southside now, flexin, bumpin an unreleased G-Unit tape hella loud, nikka are instantly rcognizing Fif since the top was down and I'm sure Im gonna get popped in the head at any moment. The vest seems hella pointless at this moment but its better than nothing I guess... Im wondering why the fukk is this nikka stopping at these stoplights, nikkas running up to the car and shyt screamin FIF!! FIF!!! WHAT UP MY nikka!!! Helllla love from the hoood from all directions.. Im just hopin theres just not one stupid young nikka who would try to get some suicide stripes and swiss chees the car up....
After circling the hood for about 10 minutes we pull up to a crib and hop out.. Fif runs in the house and tells me to chill outside... Im like ightttttt man am i cool?
He just chuckles and dips inside... MANNNNNNN I SWEAR I turned around and shook up with like 2-3 nikkas who were family who assured me I was safe cuz this was Fifs hood and I'm with the general... I swear to you when I turned around 5 minutes later the WHOOOOOOLE BLOCK WAS FLOOOODED WITH nikkaS and Im like wowwww this shyt is crazy!! ALLLLLL LOVE TOO.. nikkas came with that sneaky re-assurance that it was all love and we were out there minglin, choppin it up and just really kickin it with family, friends, fans, etc.. Felt like home out there... No nikka can say Fif cant go back to the hood to me after that.. I would slap them nikkas cus I knew first-hand that nikka had no issues there... I can tell the story better than I type but hopefully you get the point... This was an epic moment on this journey man.. Fif is a real ass nikka, down to earth and just downright genuine.. Thats why nikkas have no choice but to respect him. Im not proof reading this shyt so I hope this came out coool...
Gotta hit the studio so I'll hit yall with another story later or tomorrow
GOAT story. i can visualize that shyt.
ay hot rod, have u ever been in fights where u had no choice but to ride for the team??
yayo:hot rod get up!!!!....shyts poppin off outside"
hot rod: " bu bu but i havent finished this filet mignon"
yayo:
"amma tell 50"
hot rod:......
"im comin im comin,........whoo kid,put my plate in the fridge
" ....*knuckles up*
whoo kid:*watches on from under the table*
??yayo:hot rod get up!!!!....shyts poppin off outside"
hot rod: " bu bu but i havent finished this filet mignon
"yayo:
"amma tell 50"hot rod:......
"im comin im comin,........whoo kid,put my plate in the fridge" ....*knuckles up*whoo kid:
*watches on from under the table*
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GOAT before the shutdown.
