I have told you guys about the group The D.E.Y a couple of times...even posted their video, Which by the way is getting plenty of rotation on MTV! Yeap I wake up to this Video every single day... Can't actually go to sleep to it cause MTV is playing reality TV all night long!!! (Lets get back to the Roots MTV....MUSIC VIDEO'S!!!... There it goes I picked my bone)
Anyway the boy Sean Kingston is shooting a video for his new single “There’s Nothing” which features none other then Elan Luz from THE D.E.Y. . The album version had Paula DeAnda on the track but I guess she's not a priority right now
Oh yeah almost forgot... This track also Featl Juelz Santa from Dipset.
February 7, 2008
Sean Kingson Shoots Video with The D.E.Y.’s singer Elan
R.I.P Big Pun (November 9, 1971 - February 7, 2000)
It has been 8 years since Big Pun left us for a better place... lets remember him by listening to his tracks and checking out his videos. The first time I ever heard Big Pun was when I was driving with my boy Rhandy and he put this Loud promotional tape (yes tape...lol) and "You Ain't A Killer" blared out of the speakers... First time I saw him was in this Beatnuts video. He gave us nothing but great music!
The harsh realities of life is takin tolls
Even Jesus Christ forsake my soul
Please tell me what price to pay to make it home
Take control, I'm makin dough, but not enough to blow
J.O.'s, they lust my flows, but aiyyo, I don't trust a soul
That's all I know or need to, these evil streets'll meet you
halfway and eat you, I laugh tryin to survive illegal
I leave you lost, bounce you on the cross, rip you like a horse
Sacrife your life to a higher force
Then I stomp your corpse it's the Bronx of course recognize the accent?
One of the last livin still in action, general assassin
Catchin any wreck, blastin any tech
Smashin any chest, passin any test, Charles Manson in the flesh
Any last requests before you meet your maker?
Sew what you reap a wake up, shakin up a storm like Anita Baker
I'll take you straight to hell and fill your heart with hate
Incarcerate your fate in Satan's fiery lake, then I lock the gate
Make no mistake, "The Shit is Real" as Joe, we follow the killer's code
When we come for you, tell me where will you go?
Nowhere to run, hide, I'll find you and and silence your screams
And even if you kill me I'll still be in your fuckin dreams
[Hook]
You ain't a killer, you still learnin how to walk
From New York to Cali all the real niggaz carry chalk
Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap
From Watts to Lefrak, it ain't where you're from it's where's your gat
[Verse 2]
You made a grave mistake
Shouldn't of come here, you changed your fate
Your brains'll make the debut on the table when I raise the stakes
The pain is great but only for a second
It starts strong then lessens
Just when you restin the Armaggedon sets in
Left him with so much stress (T.S.) blessed him with no regrets (yes)
Welcome to Hell son, the threshold of death
Now face the serpent, I blaze your person you get laced for certain
Even Jakes don't trace the work so close the case to curtains
I'm hurtin, head severely really tryin to bring the pain
There's nuttin mo' satisfyin than when you cryin screamin my name
It's not a game, it's Purple Rain, floods and bloodstains
Big Pun's my thug's name, bustin my guns, that's my love thang
I split the jug' vein and snatch your Adam's Apple
John Madden tackle your corpse
then hoist it on the cross at the tabernacle
That'll have to hurt, I'll work your body 'til it burst
Then curse tu vida, like a Brujeria verse
I'm worse than anything you ever been through
Sick in the head and mental
Essentially meant to be the soul frentic mental
When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
Fakin like you Satan, when I'm the rhymin abomination
[Verse 3]
It's hard to analyze which guys is spies, be advised people
We recognize who lies, it's all in the eyes chico
We read 'em and see 'em for what they are
Theives in undercover cars, takin my picture like I'm a fuckin star
I'm up to par, my game is in a smash
With half a million in the stash
Passport with the gas, first name and last
Ask anybody if my men are rowdy
Give me the mini-shottie I body a nigga for a penny probably
I'm obligated to anything if it's crime related
If it shine I'll take it, still in my prime and I finally made it
I hate the fact that I'm the last edition
Probably a stash magician
Could of went to college and been a mathematician
Bad decisions kept me out the game
Now I'm strickly out for cream
Doin things to fiends I doubt you'll ever dream
My team's the meanest thing you ever seen
Measured by the heaven's King, down to the devil's mezzanine
I never screamed so loud, I'm proud to be alive
Most heads died by twenty-five, or catch a quick 3 to 5
So be advised, the streets is full of surprises
It's not what crew's the livest
One that survive is who's the wisest
Even Jesus Christ forsake my soul
Please tell me what price to pay to make it home
Take control, I'm makin dough, but not enough to blow
J.O.'s, they lust my flows, but aiyyo, I don't trust a soul
That's all I know or need to, these evil streets'll meet you
halfway and eat you, I laugh tryin to survive illegal
I leave you lost, bounce you on the cross, rip you like a horse
Sacrife your life to a higher force
Then I stomp your corpse it's the Bronx of course recognize the accent?
One of the last livin still in action, general assassin
Catchin any wreck, blastin any tech
Smashin any chest, passin any test, Charles Manson in the flesh
Any last requests before you meet your maker?
Sew what you reap a wake up, shakin up a storm like Anita Baker
I'll take you straight to hell and fill your heart with hate
Incarcerate your fate in Satan's fiery lake, then I lock the gate
Make no mistake, "The Shit is Real" as Joe, we follow the killer's code
When we come for you, tell me where will you go?
Nowhere to run, hide, I'll find you and and silence your screams
And even if you kill me I'll still be in your fuckin dreams
[Hook]
You ain't a killer, you still learnin how to walk
From New York to Cali all the real niggaz carry chalk
Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap
From Watts to Lefrak, it ain't where you're from it's where's your gat
[Verse 2]
You made a grave mistake
Shouldn't of come here, you changed your fate
Your brains'll make the debut on the table when I raise the stakes
The pain is great but only for a second
It starts strong then lessens
Just when you restin the Armaggedon sets in
Left him with so much stress (T.S.) blessed him with no regrets (yes)
Welcome to Hell son, the threshold of death
Now face the serpent, I blaze your person you get laced for certain
Even Jakes don't trace the work so close the case to curtains
I'm hurtin, head severely really tryin to bring the pain
There's nuttin mo' satisfyin than when you cryin screamin my name
It's not a game, it's Purple Rain, floods and bloodstains
Big Pun's my thug's name, bustin my guns, that's my love thang
I split the jug' vein and snatch your Adam's Apple
John Madden tackle your corpse
then hoist it on the cross at the tabernacle
That'll have to hurt, I'll work your body 'til it burst
Then curse tu vida, like a Brujeria verse
I'm worse than anything you ever been through
Sick in the head and mental
Essentially meant to be the soul frentic mental
When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken
Fakin like you Satan, when I'm the rhymin abomination
[Verse 3]
It's hard to analyze which guys is spies, be advised people
We recognize who lies, it's all in the eyes chico
We read 'em and see 'em for what they are
Theives in undercover cars, takin my picture like I'm a fuckin star
I'm up to par, my game is in a smash
With half a million in the stash
Passport with the gas, first name and last
Ask anybody if my men are rowdy
Give me the mini-shottie I body a nigga for a penny probably
I'm obligated to anything if it's crime related
If it shine I'll take it, still in my prime and I finally made it
I hate the fact that I'm the last edition
Probably a stash magician
Could of went to college and been a mathematician
Bad decisions kept me out the game
Now I'm strickly out for cream
Doin things to fiends I doubt you'll ever dream
My team's the meanest thing you ever seen
Measured by the heaven's King, down to the devil's mezzanine
I never screamed so loud, I'm proud to be alive
Most heads died by twenty-five, or catch a quick 3 to 5
So be advised, the streets is full of surprises
It's not what crew's the livest
One that survive is who's the wisest
Jay-Z And Lyor... Back In Business?
Cohen said that he and Jay have not discussed a label deal yet.
"I would be honored and privileged to work with him again," says Cohen, who signed Jay to Island/Def Jam when Cohen was there. "Bringing Jay-Z to the Warner Music Group would be a privilege and a coup. I'd do it in a heartbeat."
Cohen disputed the suggestion of Jay-Z running a "small" label. "Jay never does anything small or part-time," said Cohen.
First it was that he was leaving because the money was not right... Then he was signing a some type of label deal with Steve Jobs and Apple- We all saw this one coming 2 year ago... But if it does happen well..... Does anyone know Dame Dash's number im sure he has nothing else to do then to run the Roc again!
Curtis "50 Cent" Jackson Sits with Kay Slay Addresses The BUCK Situation
Curtis "50 Cent" Jackson (Homie is making movies with Robert De Niro so I feel obligated to write his name that way... LOL -
Anyway here is Curtis "50 Cent" Jackson promoting his new G-Unit mixtape Return Of the Body Snatcher on the Kay Slay show and addresses the Young Buck rumors
Audio
Anyway here is Curtis "50 Cent" Jackson promoting his new G-Unit mixtape Return Of the Body Snatcher on the Kay Slay show and addresses the Young Buck rumors
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M.O.P Leaving G-Unit Records Shopping For New Deal
Brooklyn rap group M.O.P. is searching for a new label home, as they prepare to leave 50 Cent's G-Unit imprint, the group's manager Laze Elliot told AllHipHop.com.
"As soon as I lock down the new situation, it will be official," Laze told AllHipHop.com, adding that the terms were definitely “amicable.”
While M.O.P.'s three year stint on G-Unit did not yield an album, the group benefited greatly from the situation, according to their longtime manager.
"The great thing about the G-Unit deal is that it cleared all the debts the group carried over the years," Laze explained. "So we are starting basically from scratch."
Yeahhh Im glad this is happening, everyone is concentrating on there own camps. Curtis is doing his Mixtape thing with the whole G-Unit minus Buck. (We will see where that leads when the truth unravels.) Now the Bk Homies are looking for a new label...and the group is taking a brake to work on their solo albums. Much luck to them, they deserve to see the light of day in this business. KOCH call these homies up -
February 5, 2008
February 4, 2008
Curtis Did NOT Kick Paris Off The Stage
Over the weekend, rumors broke that during one of 50's Super Bowl weekend performances, he had shouted out Paris Hilton — who was at the show as part of her birthday celebration — and then promptly told her to "get the f--- off the stage" when she jumped up under the spotlight with the Unit. As rumor had it, the incident caused Hilton to burst into tears, and a photo of the heiress crying at a 50 Cent show on PageSix.com seemed to support the claim. 50 and Whoo Kid scoffed at the idea, though, saying the only part of the story that was factual was that they did give Paris a birthday shout-out onstage.
"It's no way we would kick Paris Hilton off the stage on her birthday," Whoo Kid said. "We ain't that heartless. I know 50 hates Ja Rule and Fat Joe, but he ain't that heartless to throw Paris Hilton ... off the stage. ... Somebody called me and asked me if Paris got kicked off. I was like, 'Huh?' She was dancing the whole time. She was having a good time. We hung with her afterwards. ... We kick her off her own stage and she's hanging with us? I guess people wanna hear, '50 threw Paris Hilton off the stage.' "
On Monday, footage of 50 kicking somebody — it's not clear who — offstage during one of his shows surfaced. The footage also shows a woman who appears to be Hilton in the front row of the concert partying at the time somebody is supposed to have gotten rudely dismissed.
Whoo Kid explained that the footage was actually taken during the Sundance Film Festival, not Super Bowl weekend, and that 50 did boot someone from the stage: a security guard.
"Paris was there too," Whoo Kid explained. "She was at the front of the stage also. But nah, we kicked a security n---a off. That's some security guy that kept jumping on the stage, picking sh-- up off the stage, pushing people back while we're performing. This di--head, we didn't even know him. Either he's security or works for the club, he keeps getting on the stage. ... But the video looks so generic, you can't tell. He got on the stage three, four times while we were performing. 50 got so pissed off, he said, 'Get the f--- off my stage.' Then I played 'Wanksta.' The guys was acting like a di---head."
February 1, 2008
Music: Uncle Murda "Hard To Kill"
Uncle Murda "Hard To Kill"
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