me D-NICE in da moda fuckin building
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gangsta in da place
Holla at me my homies my name is (D-NICE) a.k.a KEYDOU
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i don't giva fuck :
but da man who throw fuck =) i gonna fuck his family =) ya know what it is ?
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# Posté le vendredi 09 janvier 2009 20:17
Modifié le vendredi 25 septembre 2009 02:53
✿☼ MARIANNE☼✿*♥*✿☼
☼ héy !! mon amie Je te dédie ce petit poème
Pour ne pas que tu oublies que je t'aime
Je sais que dans mon c½ur tu seras toujours
Malgré la distance qui nous éloigne en ce jour
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# Posté le vendredi 09 janvier 2009 19:15
Modifié le dimanche 18 octobre 2009 15:33
me (moi) i love you !!
✿☼ D-NICE ☼✿*♥*✿☼ yeah !! I love you if you love me ok ?
# Posté le mercredi 07 janvier 2009 23:49
Modifié le vendredi 25 septembre 2009 00:19
✿☼ me-moi-D-NICE☼✿*♥*
Raised by game
Where niggas ain't fazed by fame.
Come to the crib, get banged, they take your chain.
Stay in your lane
Broke back ain't the way of the game.
My brainstorm is like I stay in the ring.
My favorite was Kane, now I'm dope with weight in the game
You was hot but can't stay in the rain.
Ghetto pain and windows crack.
The fist is like a symbol for black
Can tell the real by how the interact
In the middle of whack my soul stick to a track
Kickback records get kicked to the back
I want big cribs and my man Ronnie to get his
Child in a good school and know what her gift is
It's global warming, the world is shifting
Watching Sweet Sixteen, Bithin-ass rich kids
You know, I know I gotta go the distance
Whether yoga or doja, we all get lifted in the game.
I never kissed that ass of the masters
I'm the black molasses
Thick and I last
Pass these rat bastards
They try to box me in like gaseous clay
Hey I'm like Muhammad when he fasted
Opposing the fascist.Got cuts and got gashes, scratches over third eyelashes
Punchlines are like jab pits to rappers.Whose careers now ashes.It's too many slashes in their name
Came in the game.From weak lines to clothing lines to an actress.I seen em dashing smash hits.I yell run nigga run.While I cook up classics.The weak hearted, become Babylon puppets
Making it hard for real hustlas.Touch the sky now and then, with a lady friend.Give thanks to the most that's how the day begins in the game.
Where niggas ain't fazed by fame.
Come to the crib, get banged, they take your chain.
Stay in your lane
Broke back ain't the way of the game.
My brainstorm is like I stay in the ring.
My favorite was Kane, now I'm dope with weight in the game
You was hot but can't stay in the rain.
Ghetto pain and windows crack.
The fist is like a symbol for black
Can tell the real by how the interact
In the middle of whack my soul stick to a track
Kickback records get kicked to the back
I want big cribs and my man Ronnie to get his
Child in a good school and know what her gift is
It's global warming, the world is shifting
Watching Sweet Sixteen, Bithin-ass rich kids
You know, I know I gotta go the distance
Whether yoga or doja, we all get lifted in the game.
I never kissed that ass of the masters
I'm the black molasses
Thick and I last
Pass these rat bastards
They try to box me in like gaseous clay
Hey I'm like Muhammad when he fasted
Opposing the fascist.Got cuts and got gashes, scratches over third eyelashes
Punchlines are like jab pits to rappers.Whose careers now ashes.It's too many slashes in their name
Came in the game.From weak lines to clothing lines to an actress.I seen em dashing smash hits.I yell run nigga run.While I cook up classics.The weak hearted, become Babylon puppets
Making it hard for real hustlas.Touch the sky now and then, with a lady friend.Give thanks to the most that's how the day begins in the game.
# Posté le mercredi 05 novembre 2008 20:46
Modifié le vendredi 25 septembre 2009 01:17
(me) moi=) D*NICE
Yeah...Gangsta Gangsta WHATS UP WHATS UP YEAH
Comin' fresh out that Pyrex pot
black Air Force 2's and the White Sox..
fitted on my forehead, try me, go head
I'll bring out the polka dots, put Kwame on your forehead
Yeah, it's the new king of everything
and bitches don't say no to me, I'm like a wedding ring
Maybe it's how I pour that Patron
maybe it's how I smell a pair of Silver Cologne
Maybe it's how I write shit when I'm in the zone
and I'm sick of blow jobs, bitch leave me alone
And tell Dr. Dre to pick up a phone
before I climb through his window like "Nigga I'm Home"
Runnin' the rock like OJ, nigga it's a throwback
Fuck a Aston Martin, show me where the stone fat
Get a jar, some baking soda, nigga hold that
the world is my grandma's kitchen, time to cook crack
You couldn't smell that crack comin' out that motherfucking Porsche truck
I stop traffic with the rims that I'm sittin' on
Them ain't high beams, bitch my wrist is on
The same shit that Ludacris is on
Disturbing the peace if my stash missing stones
Yeah, count that work like a paycheck
niggas couldn't play The Game in a tapedeck
A boss never touch work if it ain't taped yet
That's how you get fucked, I practice safe sex
and I take ya boy Curtis bitch with my tongue
lick lick lick like Shawna and have her sprung
Show her my Anconda and have her sprung
and put it all in her stomach and just UHH!
yeah !! big-up (dangerous) daz my name
Comin' fresh out that Pyrex pot
black Air Force 2's and the White Sox..
fitted on my forehead, try me, go head
I'll bring out the polka dots, put Kwame on your forehead
Yeah, it's the new king of everything
and bitches don't say no to me, I'm like a wedding ring
Maybe it's how I pour that Patron
maybe it's how I smell a pair of Silver Cologne
Maybe it's how I write shit when I'm in the zone
and I'm sick of blow jobs, bitch leave me alone
And tell Dr. Dre to pick up a phone
before I climb through his window like "Nigga I'm Home"
Runnin' the rock like OJ, nigga it's a throwback
Fuck a Aston Martin, show me where the stone fat
Get a jar, some baking soda, nigga hold that
the world is my grandma's kitchen, time to cook crack
You couldn't smell that crack comin' out that motherfucking Porsche truck
I stop traffic with the rims that I'm sittin' on
Them ain't high beams, bitch my wrist is on
The same shit that Ludacris is on
Disturbing the peace if my stash missing stones
Yeah, count that work like a paycheck
niggas couldn't play The Game in a tapedeck
A boss never touch work if it ain't taped yet
That's how you get fucked, I practice safe sex
and I take ya boy Curtis bitch with my tongue
lick lick lick like Shawna and have her sprung
Show her my Anconda and have her sprung
and put it all in her stomach and just UHH!
yeah !! big-up (dangerous) daz my name
# Posté le lundi 06 juillet 2009 00:30
Modifié le vendredi 25 septembre 2009 00:58
me (moi) 2SKTRISSE !!
Kanye told me that Jesus walks in 04
But I grew up around impalas and drug lords
Welcome to los angelos palm trees and drug stores
All we know is rocks and presidents like mount rushmore
Fuck the police they hop out and bust doors
I ain't goin back to jail nigga that's what I flush for
My money or my glock. Who do I trust more?
I don't know it's prolly the one that I touch more
Guess It's the green cuz paper motivate niggas
And my rolex races cuz it hate niggas
I used to only sell eighths
Like that laker nigga
and now I'm movin twenty fours like I play at the staples center
you might miss the game so nigga don't blink
my phantom stand out like frank lucas mink
so go ahead and think
like frank lucas think
somebody'll find your brains on the fuckin kitches
yeahhh I get at that baby and slim cash money
all the jewelry on your whole crew-thats my tax money
and That Pablo Escobar crack money
that labron first nike contract money
that make it rain on my nigga throw it stack money
stack it to the ceiling then call it shaq money
that walk in the club straight to the back money
flavor of love delicious sittin on my lap money
that rap money niggas get clap money
air force ones don't bend when I trap money
ohhhhh I'm rich like porter
havin alpo nightmares whippin that border
like mcdonalds I was flippin them orders
in that 02 porsche truck
with and through borders
I was through flippin quarters when I made my first mil
I'm about a dollar
fifty cent ain't real
But I grew up around impalas and drug lords
Welcome to los angelos palm trees and drug stores
All we know is rocks and presidents like mount rushmore
Fuck the police they hop out and bust doors
I ain't goin back to jail nigga that's what I flush for
My money or my glock. Who do I trust more?
I don't know it's prolly the one that I touch more
Guess It's the green cuz paper motivate niggas
And my rolex races cuz it hate niggas
I used to only sell eighths
Like that laker nigga
and now I'm movin twenty fours like I play at the staples center
you might miss the game so nigga don't blink
my phantom stand out like frank lucas mink
so go ahead and think
like frank lucas think
somebody'll find your brains on the fuckin kitches
yeahhh I get at that baby and slim cash money
all the jewelry on your whole crew-thats my tax money
and That Pablo Escobar crack money
that labron first nike contract money
that make it rain on my nigga throw it stack money
stack it to the ceiling then call it shaq money
that walk in the club straight to the back money
flavor of love delicious sittin on my lap money
that rap money niggas get clap money
air force ones don't bend when I trap money
ohhhhh I'm rich like porter
havin alpo nightmares whippin that border
like mcdonalds I was flippin them orders
in that 02 porsche truck
with and through borders
I was through flippin quarters when I made my first mil
I'm about a dollar
fifty cent ain't real
# Posté le mercredi 07 janvier 2009 11:19
Modifié le mardi 22 septembre 2009 23:46
me moi D-NICE =) N.Y
GANGSTA RAP 4-EVER
# Posté le lundi 09 février 2009 16:03
Modifié le mercredi 02 septembre 2009 02:20
✿☼ ☼✿ (me) moi (D-NICE)*♥*✿☼yeah !! i'm a black ben laden=) fuck
somebody tell danger to pop open them briefcases
order that patron tell em we want three cases
fuck a black card. You see these green faces
look at my chest
now you've seen vegas
I treat my money like the cristal that we wasted
Cuz I'm a money machine I can remake it
You a fool thinkin that freddy could see jason
I been iced out like who the fuck need Jacob?
The doc told me to be patient but I want money like the Dwight Howard
Next time he a free agent
I'm tryna make enough money so I can feed asia
and have Asians in the kitchen cookin in Louis V aprons
Word to Martha stewart
If I could park a buick
Then I could flip a brinx truck
I got the heart to do it
Ball like the nigga tony parker do it
Speak no ingles but dinero I talk it fluent
money dead presidents big paper
money benjamins skyscrapers my niggas get
money my bitches get
money like the strippers get
ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
from the block to the club I make it rain money
in California niggas die for the money
from the south to New York them bullets fly for the
money don't stop gettin money
it don't matter where you're from
if you hustle motherfucker keep getting thatmoney
order that patron tell em we want three cases
fuck a black card. You see these green faces
look at my chest
now you've seen vegas
I treat my money like the cristal that we wasted
Cuz I'm a money machine I can remake it
You a fool thinkin that freddy could see jason
I been iced out like who the fuck need Jacob?
The doc told me to be patient but I want money like the Dwight Howard
Next time he a free agent
I'm tryna make enough money so I can feed asia
and have Asians in the kitchen cookin in Louis V aprons
Word to Martha stewart
If I could park a buick
Then I could flip a brinx truck
I got the heart to do it
Ball like the nigga tony parker do it
Speak no ingles but dinero I talk it fluent
money dead presidents big paper
money benjamins skyscrapers my niggas get
money my bitches get
money like the strippers get
ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
from the block to the club I make it rain money
in California niggas die for the money
from the south to New York them bullets fly for the
money don't stop gettin money
it don't matter where you're from
if you hustle motherfucker keep getting thatmoney
# Posté le lundi 09 février 2009 09:01
Modifié le vendredi 25 septembre 2009 01:53
me (moi) ya d nice
✿☼ D-NICE ☼✿*♥*✿☼ it's me = bénh c'est moi
# Posté le vendredi 07 novembre 2008 19:42
Modifié le vendredi 25 septembre 2009 02:54
me moi (D-NICE) like ma idol THE-GAME
I'm free as a motherf**kin' bird I swear,
Disappear in thin air, there go Game, nigga where?
Posted on the block in them black Airs,
In that all black Phantom, hug the block like a bear,
Yeah, that V12 is roarin',
Flyin' through the city with the pedal to the floor then -
I put them 26 inches on the curb, tell the hood I'm back,
Give me a corner - let me serve,
Swerve, I'm still dope that's my word,
All I did was the switch the kitchens,
Did some tracks on the birds...
Irv - Gotti know I'ma murderer,
Half these niggas beefin' with me,
I never heard of them,
If I was the old me I would murda them
Matter fact, if I was the old me - I would Curtis them,
Courtesy of my Smith & Wesson,
I kill tracks like aids, nigga get infected,
I get money like Junior Mafia used to,
On my way to school 10.000 in my FUBU,
Lunchtime I was sellin' behind the bungalows,
baggin' up rocks the size of melons,
That's when the fiends start tellin' you can
catch 'em on the couch everyday at 4 o'clock,
Like Ellen!
Prime-time nigga, it's my time nigga,
Jacob ain't got shit to do with my shine nigga!
Cos when the sun come up - from behind the sea,
Niggas see me behind the B,
Ent. don't stand for entertainment
Stands for 0 to 60, anybody see where Game went?
To the hood, parked crooked behind that chained fence,
And I'm going down behind my dogs, but I ain't Vick!
Tell me one album I put out that ain't sick?
No I'm not the Doctor, but I produce the same shit!
Yo Jay what it do nigga?
Disappear in thin air, there go Game, nigga where?
Posted on the block in them black Airs,
In that all black Phantom, hug the block like a bear,
Yeah, that V12 is roarin',
Flyin' through the city with the pedal to the floor then -
I put them 26 inches on the curb, tell the hood I'm back,
Give me a corner - let me serve,
Swerve, I'm still dope that's my word,
All I did was the switch the kitchens,
Did some tracks on the birds...
Irv - Gotti know I'ma murderer,
Half these niggas beefin' with me,
I never heard of them,
If I was the old me I would murda them
Matter fact, if I was the old me - I would Curtis them,
Courtesy of my Smith & Wesson,
I kill tracks like aids, nigga get infected,
I get money like Junior Mafia used to,
On my way to school 10.000 in my FUBU,
Lunchtime I was sellin' behind the bungalows,
baggin' up rocks the size of melons,
That's when the fiends start tellin' you can
catch 'em on the couch everyday at 4 o'clock,
Like Ellen!
Prime-time nigga, it's my time nigga,
Jacob ain't got shit to do with my shine nigga!
Cos when the sun come up - from behind the sea,
Niggas see me behind the B,
Ent. don't stand for entertainment
Stands for 0 to 60, anybody see where Game went?
To the hood, parked crooked behind that chained fence,
And I'm going down behind my dogs, but I ain't Vick!
Tell me one album I put out that ain't sick?
No I'm not the Doctor, but I produce the same shit!
Yo Jay what it do nigga?
# Posté le dimanche 28 décembre 2008 05:46
Modifié le mercredi 02 septembre 2009 02:40
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