Showing posts with label Terror Squad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Terror Squad. Show all posts
March 27, 2008
Remy Ma Found Guilty... Off She Goes!
Remy Ma was cuffed and taken away today after she was found guilty on four charges. SOHH reports that Remy cried, "Oh My God" as they escorted her out of the courtroom. Remy's brother hollered out, "This is bullsh*t," as the verdict was being read. He was also escorted out of the court room. Remy's stylist cried.
Remy was found guilty on charges of first-degree assault, attempted coercion, possession of a deadly weapon, and felony assault. She faces up to 25 years in the big house.
March 20, 2008
Video: Curtis: Fat Joe Funeral
50 is really going hard at Fat Joe... I think this is over doing it already - but at the same time Entertaining.
March 11, 2008
March 6, 2008
Papoose and Fat Joe On Hot97 Miss Jones Show
Not for nothing but Joey Crack is kind of dry snitching! Why would you want to go and Air out peoples business. Referring to Gucci Mane as the person that bust his gun everywhere and shoots people. Now if you beat up a couple of people in the room and some of them are still in the Hospital wouldn't be better for you to shut your mouth about it... Since you are so rich they might come after your money Homie-
We as listeners of this whole thing wont be able to determine who did what and who was in a fiddle position getting there ass beaten or getting "The Beats" - I can say this.. Curtis "50 Cent" Jackson is a genius, the man has people fighting and going nuts so he can have some Free publicity on Joey Cracks expense... cant knock him for doing what he has perfected. - Joey no one cares how much you get per show...lol
Hopefully pap got a check from G-Unit Inc
We as listeners of this whole thing wont be able to determine who did what and who was in a fiddle position getting there ass beaten or getting "The Beats" - I can say this.. Curtis "50 Cent" Jackson is a genius, the man has people fighting and going nuts so he can have some Free publicity on Joey Cracks expense... cant knock him for doing what he has perfected. - Joey no one cares how much you get per show...lol
Hopefully pap got a check from G-Unit Inc
Papoose Side of the Story on Miss JonesFat Joe On Fuse
This is Fat Joe On Fuse- I have to say, I downloaded the album to see how it sounded and what was the feeling of it.. and I'm not feeling it much. I'll be back on this with my full thought of the album.
March 3, 2008
Fat Joe Speaks On Papoose Rumors
The Homie Fat Joe addresses the rumors about Papoose and him getting into a fight. Can't wait for Joey Crack to hit the Funk Flex Show on Hot97 and Airs it out! (LMAO!)
March 1, 2008
February 15, 2008
Fat Joe Interview With CHELSEA HANDLER
Either she liked Fat Joe... Or she is just overly friendly! either or man she is a funny chick! Check out her Lean Back dance-LOL
February 7, 2008
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
January 30, 2008
January 22, 2008
Fat Joe Album Cover and Track Listing For Elephant In the Room
Fat Joe - The Elephant In The Room
1. The Fugitive - Produced by Street Runner
2. Ain’t Nothing feat. Dre - Produced by Cool & Dre
3. The Crackhouse feat. Lil Wayne - Produced by Cool & Dre
4. Coca Baby feat. Jackie Rubio - Produced by Danja
5. Get It For Life feat. Pooh Bear - Produced by DJ Khaled
6. Drop feat. Swizz Beatz & Jackie Rubio - Produced by Swizz Beatz
7. I Won’t Tell feat. J. Holiday - Produced by The Hitmen
8. KAR (Kill All Rats) - Produced by Street Runner
9. 300 Brolic feat. Opera Steve - Produced by The Hitmen
10. Preacher On A Sunday Morning feat. Pooh Bear - Produced by Scott Storch
11. Thank God For That White - Produced by DJ Premier
12. Party All The Time feat. Diddy - Produced by Danja (Eddie Murphy's 80's Track)
January 8, 2008
December 18, 2007
Video: Fat Joe Feat. J.Holiday "I Wont Tell"
To my loyal 19 readers...lmao I'm back!!! - I've been trying to handle a couple of personal things and Xmas shopping is not as easy so bare with me these next few weeks!
November 8, 2007
October 25, 2007
Video: Fat Joe on the FunkFlex Show
Tell me why... Fat Joe is sounding like Khalid!...He needs to head back to NYC!
October 19, 2007
"The Crack House" - Fat Joe Feat. Lil' Weezy
"I'M SLEEPIN' ON A BILLION DOLLARS!!!" HaHa! He's such a liar...
September 6, 2007
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