Lumberton, NC— A Robeson County home owned by da mudda o' da late rapper Tupac Shakur wuz completely gutted by fire Friday night.
Crews investigated da fire dat ripped through Afeni Shakur-Davis’s crib at 2870 Trevor Lane in Lumberton.
About 25 firefighters from three stations wuz on da scene. No one wuz in da crib at da tyme o' da fire, an' dere wuz nahh injuries.
The crib wuz considered uh total loss due ta da massive smoke an' fire damage, officials said.
don't make me shank ya!
Cradle to Grave Lyrics
From tha Cradle to the Grave, life ain't never been easy
Living in the ghetto.
From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy
Living in the ghetto.
June 16, 1971
Mama gave birth
to a hell raisin' heavanly son.
See the doctor tried to smack me
but I smacked him back,
My first words were "thug for life"
and "Papa pass the Mac."
I'm bustin' on these motha fuckas ballin'
Listen you can hear my mini 14 callin'.
From out the window of my drop top
I got my glock cocked
bustin' at niggas
when will it stop ?
Now tell me are you scared of the dark?
Can't close my eyes I see visions
And even with this thug livin'
will I escape in prison ?
Penitentiary chances was an all day thang
The only way to advance
and if you slang
Then you'd better have your nikes on
Cause when we fight
it's in the middle of the night with no lights on.
Hey!!
There must be a God cause I feel lucky,
Paranoid out my mind
this motha fucka's tryin' to rush me.
Am I goin' to jail?
Look at me bailin'
Commin' out the court house
all about mail [???].
Never die
be a hustler mothafuckas
And makin' thugs out you suckas.
From the cradle to the grave.
Justice fo' all.
12 comments:
ummmm..is that a real rap song?
I think this blog is rated R, like QZ's blog.
PS. I have a new cooking/food blog now, if you want something other than fish sticks.
Rap is the black man's poetry.
I'm off work today. I'm still half asleep right now and my tag is hanging out.
I done thought bout callin da firemen but the pigs would have probably showed up too. Dem pigs be smellin my crack stash burnin and arrested me.
I was once shot in the nuts so now I only have a nut.
QZ,
No just another song that I made up. I'd like to sing it to you one day.
Emma,
I had fish sticks tonight, no lie. Are fish sticks fattening?
What part of my blog is R rated? Can I not see the forest for the trees?
Dirty,
Mondays off? Do you work at a strip club?
Ghost,
I think some homies done torched the place. I have one big nut and one normal nut.
It's not the strip club but we do take a lot of deposits...sorry...that was perverted...spank me.
I work at a bank.
Dirty,
You deserve a good spankin. I actually invented a spankin machine.
Was today Martin Luther King Day or what?
One time I had a banker borrow money against my assets. The bank's auditors sent me a confirmation notice asking if I had a $500k loan. I told them no. My banker went to jail. I got all my money back but I suspect she isn't going to get another banking job. I always read any correspondence that comes from my bank.
She wasn't as hot as you though, had she been hot I would have said yes and been paid back in fun ways.
I plan to lick our investment banker...he won't even see it coming.
Dirty,
The Investment Banker is in for a treat. I've never really known a smart banker though, but hey, being smart is overrated.
man I hope dirty not only kicks him but stabs him in the back when he's in the breakroom making low fat microwave popcorn, I don't believe in low fat foods.
I'm curious if one of your bullet injuries perpetuated the inconsistent nut size?
Doozie,
I've always had one nut bigger than the other. I always had trouble wearing Magnum PI shorts. All the shrapnel wounds were to the legs, back and arms. I was very lucky and had a strong desire not to die.
Your blog keeps getting better and better! Your older articles are not as good as newer ones you have a lot more creativity and originality now keep it up!
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