#1

Get up I get down/hit NYC/got my tracks spinnin all over town/Never let me down/
like Kanye/everyday thats how i keep going/my shit not yet in the streets but underground they be knowin/Time passes when youre young/man that shit flies by
smooth sailing from here on out/nothin but crystal clear sky

When i was young/mom always in and out of rehab/i should have checked her into Betty Ford/put that shit on my black amex tab/but time has passed and i aint gon lie/and it sounds like im blowin smoke/but that shit passed/no reason to let it blow my high

Once my shit drops/spinnin like 22 inch chrome pinwheel tops/
N.E.R.D./she loves it/hit the club Pharell,Hov and B/V.I.P...P.I.M.P/40-40 club pop the top on the bub/posted up behind the shark tank/whereyou cant see me/
everyone will be askin whis in there/I thought that room was reserved for me

Kanye/you say you push miracle whips/come on you know that shitz light/
get some juice and holla at me/my Maranello cruises these NY alleys/new towers in sight/I clean these fiends up like street sweepers at night/im tired of livin check to check/we take it dirty south/Ghetto Mafia/Straight from the Dec

Vegas Casino/private leer jet/now thats how we fly/like back in the day when you only heard about me by word of mouf/but his aint Luda/straight six shooters/i let you know how we used to do it in the Dirty South/and how we get down/big cities and dreams/i had gamblin spots in the back room of every club town to town and state to state/

Come on 50/I aint been popped 9 times and i still got jack/let me know if you want to ride in my platinum cadillac/everything i touch is gold like Midas/doves fly,feds coming/im on my way/i aint gotta tell you how many sold/thats how we do it down South/aint nothin wrong with reppin/but rep yo city/we know where you from/you just live in NY/BK...Kelvin Martin/we know whose the real deal/aint no need to lie and you got need need to ask.i drop platinum hits on a dime/difference is like these fouls on 106 and park/you rollin in that corolla with pop top plastic hubs/and you dreamin bout my 22 twinkies on the maranello adn they gleamin while you sleepin/little bit like Mike Jones/dont leave ya girl with me/next thing you know shes gone/cuz dukes throwin her those 6 carat canary pinky ring stones

T.I./ill teach you somethin bout bein the King of the SOuth/popped collar polos/just bring em out..bring em out/i shine naturally/difference is i got no need for gold fronts/diamond studded Jacob on my wrists while you boys still in grannys bassment playin tunks/so tho yo dimaonds in the urrr/long time comin but im finally hurr/sho nuff in the club/pop bottles of Armadale they all just sturr/drug dealin on the corner and we dont currr

#2 hit

Saw Jay-Z and Kelly at the Schott in Columbus/said i gotta blow this joint for the red dot target/Luda #1 spot on the billboard charts/got tired of my girl saying cant do it and never will/left that bitch in the dust and hit the hill/packed all my shit in the passport and hit I-95

What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas/hit the Wynn and Ghost Bar light up a Partagas/Armadale for the thirst/no need to lose the burst/once i hit the spotlight/be careful in ya Benz coupe/you know my shitz tight/just dont get lost in my words on hot 97

now you inthe hospital like Kanye/spittin through wires and fires/youre dreams close to retired/your iv is full up/next thing you know they ask you what color you like in your Gerber pull ups

Fight, Night/clean up at the Luxor after the fight/just dont get caught up like Pac and Suge/crusin in the 750 beamer/me miss you/ i just wish those boyhs didnt roll up in that white caddy with the 9 milli heater/your spirit still remains/the only problem is the game is done changed/BIG i hate you had to go and its hard to believe/ive been down since Brooklyns Finest with Hov/in the underground mix tape sleeve/but now its Hov to CEO/when you threw in the chips alot of people thought of it as Rocafellas demise/good thing you gonna sign me up/holla at ya boy Warren Buffett in the New York Times/he got no advice for you but to wathc that stock rise/not sure how much or how little/see me at the Whiskey Bar drinkin Armadale and Tizzle/but my thoughts are it will double or triple/VIP room at scores with the strippers drinkin Buttery Nipples/or just sit back at ya crib and check the CNN bottom line ticker/you dont beleive they signed me/check the back of the Phantom/Kanye Gettin Out Our Dreams sticker
50 new cd what you talkin bout a massacre/sounds like the outcome of your album by the critics and me/whats that on the front a cartoon body suit/no wonder you got lit up by those crews always tryin to shoot/the problem is you got a lotta #1 hits but its all radio music/those arent skills, im gonna just rip it up just a little bit/who the fuck coudlnt do it/month after month you use the same beat and loop it

#12

Got tired of my girl in Columbus/no supportand saying you cant do that never will/
so i sold all my shit that wouldnt fit/packed up the passport and hit I-95/
WV,CT,PA,NY/6 months later 30,000 strong/wondering who the fuck is this kid and why/
old school Outkast is it a Benz or Beamer/

you here it but im not yet in the spotlight/drop shit on a dime i know my shit is tight/just be careful when you cruisin in ya coup and here me on hot 97/next thing you know you just ran that stop light/now you in the bed like Kanye Iv'd up/next thing you know you in a coma and they givin you Gerber pull ups

Its all good Vegas Fight Night/just dont get caught up like Pac and Suge in the 750 Beamer/after leaving the Luxor yeah we still remember/it just would have been much tighter if those boys didnt roll up in that white cadillac with that steady rockin 9 milli heater

#13

you gotta strike when the irons hot/no holds barred no pot/to make that dolla and push the midnight blue impala/me and the boys headin down to Star Island/Mia, Fla/
once i land and hit the tarmack/3 shots of jack to pick up the slack

sittin in the shade drinkin mojitos/na boy they aint played/mix that suga water with the mint/mext thing you know we be swervin/not yet in Cuba or Columbia/where they are the real deal/next big thing will be Havana Hanna/some resemblence to Escobar/narcotics from United States to South America by boats and planes/you see my stamp on the product to know whose getting you high and whats my name

partying this weekend/no joke its time to spend/hittin these Columbus streetz the way Rob drops beats/old school style Biggie, Riz and Dukes causin a fuss/3 rappers just tryin to make it/that old bus turning right on Calhoun from King/headin to the glory days of Norms and beyond/cross the Ashley first and keep truckin on/lookin for something, but who knows what it is/former selves but now they are just shadows

was hangin at Kooma with this dirty bitch named Cassie/always Prada, Minolos and she think she sassy/her painted on eyebrows nobody would pick her up if she was trying to hitch/like Charlize in Monster/only difference is she's left in the dust wondering what happened and she aint got no sponsor

Fryman and Hanna pick up that white toy/it dont make you act coy roy/flyin in on the Grey Goose/drinkin Manhattans and Martinis/the next day wondering what the fuck happeed

#14

Kanye droppin diamonds/thats some inspirational shit/but its my time to shine/sit back and watch this hit/he went to Jacobs with $25000/I sent the Bentley over/I got Jacob at my front door right now/always holdin product/diamond studded 5 time zone from pushin straight narcotic/got me pumpin on the block all day/I just want to drop a beat/live the life and have it my way

Out in the Midwest/need something to keep me on my toes/pins and needles/watching Traffic on the plasma/Del Toro and Don Cheadles/Hit Mia, Armadale on the rocks no twist/pushin the white devil to keep the fiends level/blue steel desert eagle/this D aint for the feeble/just fiends in the masses/I do it all for the people

From SC to CBUS to NYC/to take over town with the passport tints toned down/
people look at me when i roll into 5 star joints with popped collars and white tees/pretty soon the hostess will be sayin you didnt have to dress up for me/just give me 6 months in NYC no 9's and mac millis/only down south six shooters and 38 snubs/like Clint in Dirty Harry/I got a lot a weight to carry/pretty soon no more passport or rental/straight through customs and authorities at Hudson Pier Port/Cop the Beamer 750/now im rollin 7's but this aint no craps game/boy you better know my name/wevery day i roll out of bed roulette be my game

Pour me a drink/no need for time to think/I drop shit on a tandem/see me cruisin Manhattan in the midnight Rolls Royce Phantom/like Beastie Boys im aimin straight for 5 boroughs/I got the whole city locked up/like gon be Young Buck and Mike Jackson/thats the problem with thse crews/talkin bout air force ones and latest shoes/stabbings and awards at BET/you aint got nothin left to prove/we know just where you from and how you move/just pick up a zip of blueberry/fire it up and hold it down smooth/relax, sit backlike Luda and enjoy yo jack/better than pushups in Rykers/watch those boys attack/no more lampin, chains relaxin/you askin bout me be careful who you askin

#15

Crooks on the corner/sellin product like water/im just sittin here trying to make the order/but there aint no drought in Manhattan/drop in ill check the stash to cop a quarter/nothin like when youre 17/thinkin of pushin the 911/passenger side/coke bumps and tie stix

I got too much respect given for a gun/baby next to me/baby blue manolos for the run/never lookin back only to the futue then/see me in the corner V.I.P/sippin distilled gin/something to wash away the pain/if that doesnt work/find somethin to numb it/im just tryin to make a name

im not a white boy tryin to be black/no im not jack/but its hard when the words roll off my tongue like the INC ride/or my cadillac/you might say im needy/when im pushin the midnight blue 911/pushin 130/always ridin dirty/white powder if you must/words to the wise/if it involves a girl never trust always doubt her/you see crooks in the souped coup datsun/no nitrous only oxygen/Bob pushin the Lex through Owings Mills/all fun, no thrills/dont worry bout a thing/just pop them pills/talkin sex with baby in pure platinum/where they know whats happenin

#16

I aint got to front bout sittin on the corner pushin doves/check my resume/I was posted up in the dorms of SC/pushin only white birds/soon as the trust fund kids dip out of class/bling..bling/see the lights and digits light up on the tele/they swing by in the Lex to make a pass

I just pushed the D to get by/i been makin sales by birth/no need for statements to check my net worth/you ask me know but you know who/only boy on the block can sell a eskimo a igloo/just to ice the wrists/vodka rocks, no twist/no more fade to black im comin into light/crowds, 30000 deep/Madison Square Garden...no hype

I got rhymes comin out like they were raised in a nursery/lookin back at time, like a clock..tick....tick...tick/oh thats not the Rolex but the calculator steady tickin/from that mill that im flipped on that brick

#17

Im gettin lawyers letters in the mail/no idea what its about/no chance to reply and I never said it/credit so bad banks wont even let me pic kup a debit/only got one option/put it all on the table/double down and bet it/flip it into something good

But theres no way to know what will happen/hope for the best/packed all my shit in the ride and hit NYC tot take over the rest/got tired of pushin the 9-5/no respect/
im about to take it old school Ghetto Mafia/Straight from the Dec

Get the pot and baking soda/mix it with the white suga wata/drop it in the pot/watch the thermometer rise straight to the top/live like kings/buy thte babies diamond rings/
no more need to worry about $$$/bag it up/when it hits the streets the fiends flock like honey

#18

I read the school books in college/no studying/but i learned alot of knowledge/
but dont get it twisted this aint Belly/and im not sincere/used to push the packs like Ox and Jamaican thugs/good $$$, but now i got no need for the pressure

But ill teach you bout branding/you see me pushin the aviators and Stan Smiths/
you want to go out and buy them to be just like me/ill teach you bout a red dot and target/no need for the text/I CREATED A WHOLE MARKET

Left the streets of Columbus/never to look back/pushin 95 to NY/Cadillac no jack/left my print there for sure/rox with Scooter next door/ but boy what you thinkin/he pumps nonstop Eminem/nothin but catchin steady cases/now im pushin bikini top whips/now you know my name/crowds 20,000 at MSG tryin to catch my game

#19

Back in those college days/no time to wait/went from movin grams on campus to straight movin weight/at first i wasnt noticed/it was my only way in/they love the blow/
tight sorority girls/i wasnt tryin to hear her/look at her now/busted up and daddys money chopped up on the mirror/but that was the foundation/now up and down the East Coast/My product spreads the whole damn nation

Your glocks only got 10 shots/you get caught locked up and jammin/
my glock aint got no governor/15 shot extended clip/now you shakin and im steady rockin at ya head and/you might get caught up and leanin/dont try, you wont catch me sleepin/
Ill be unloaded/and you already be on the ground in retrospect wonderin what the fuck happened/

Already dreamin/look at the barrel of my gun still smokin/you deep sleepin/
but this aint Labryinth..David Bowie style/wake up you not dead but now youy work for me/ill post you up on the corner/pumpin that narcotic and D/now your life is lost like i put you in a maze/purple haze for the fiends to ease that pain and keep em in a haze

#20

First time in NY/train from CT to Grand Central/my shits bout to hit the nation like the power of the 80's coke craze/now you dazed and confused/stumbling through a dark haze

Pass Brooklyn..Bronx..Harlem 125th/some say its dirt and gritty/
I see it more as coming into light than fade to black/see me posted up in BK with Diddy/7 tables deep for fight night

#21

Havent talked to my mom in 2 years now/time has passed no more reason for tears now/
I washed it all down with a bottle of Crown/Dont worry im just gettin started/just dropped the throttle

All through my days she was in and out of rehab/I should have checked her into Betty Ford/Put that shit on my black Amex Tab/but time has passed and i aint gon lie/aint no reason to let it blow my high

7 tables deep for fight night.you already know i got it locked down like the mob in 5 boroughs/im steady spittin/like whats comin out of that 9 milli heater/just catch me rollin down Madison Ave in my ferrari 2 seater/i been listening since Biggie..Pac...Hov...Ready to Die/posting up my joints to get that lyrical high
but i still keep it back in the day/but this aint Ahmad/im thinking more like MC 8 and straight up menace/catch me and Berto at Baker St with Berto sippin 2 pints of guinness

Lex, KY

Dusty Bottoms, the only person I know
To put a blowjob on a MasterCard in the strip club
Platinum Plus no love, Sittin in the V.I.P
Champaigne rub a dub, pop the top on the bub
and we hit another club
To see whats poppin, here we go no stoppin
Diamond studded Tag, pop the lock on the Jag
Pushing the maxima to Lex, KY
Dove sacks for the high and Olde E for the ride.

Island Living

Just like Too Short says I should be gettin it, gettin $
but I never thought it would happen to me,
now im sittin on money like its growing on trees

Push the Escolade to the Florida Keys,
no smoking cigarettes only indo leaves under large palm trees
Diamond studded Tag, bought a pearl white Jag
to cruise down the coast, buy a crib, play the host
Champaigne toast, im the host with the most

Sittin int the jacuzzi, pretty baby named Suzy....Q's not her name
but she knows I got the game
theres no reason to show me pity
I'm just like Diddy, I want the key to the city

Rob to Hanna about weekend in Columbus

You know i wont

When i land I want a drink in hand
three shots of Jack to pick up the slack
from not drinking with my boy
up in smoke saying joy to the world
Its getting nasty in Columbus like it does in New Orleans

creep on creepin or they'll catch ya sleepin

Hanna beats

They say you gotta strike when the irons hot
no holds barred, no pot
to make that dolla and push the midnight blue impala
skating on 22 blades

Down in Miami, Fla
sittin in the shade drinking mojitos
na boy they aint played
mix the mint with the bourbon
next thing you know we swervin

[Hanna] 3rd Entry

Another Friday is gone and I cant wait to get home so I can change my tone
Old Claytee heading down to Savannah, GA with sweet Sadie to play a little small ball
in the nice sunny weather

And thank God Skinner's done with Heather,
but the question is which one because either will make you
want to run, like you been sittin in the sun all day at Folly Beach
and then we see baby girl we call her a peach before we head to chill and grill, no pill,
or DB in the boat with Skin
twitching on Shem Creek taking shots for freedom
before he gets home to take Jennys heat

Old bobbaloo heading down to roam the streets of Columbus with ole dad so hootie hoo
Hes requesting shots of Jack right off the tarmack and I dont have a problem with this
He says hes got Jose riding shotgun, and I hope he shows it on the plane because they will be jealous
they aint got none

Crooks says hes gonna take it easy but we all know hes just creepin on
old sleavy sitting in the dark corner of the bar and its great until the sun comes up in the morning
and old girl thinks shes a star, which she thinks her performance was a 10
and Brooks knows he cant win for hes done it again
And she wants a ride home
but old man Crooks just throws her some money for a cab and tells her to slide

Until next time

[Hanna] January 1st 2002

Check it

im bored here

January 1st 2002

I feel like im here for a reason
Once I hit the black ice
flipped the passport twice, just me Sleepy and Bird
within 24 hours hours everybody done heard
Had to reccop hit Harry's on the 3rd

I do it all for the babies
my moves as smooth as Swayze
pop the collar like a baller
stepped out the impala
where all the babies stare
I just breeze by throw a glare
Shes gotta know I just want a drink
pop the top it goes clink

And then if i have time I might think about hollering

Hanna Rhyme

Im not a white boy tryin to be black Jack
but its hard to stop when the words roll of my tongue
like the ride of a Cadillac and you might think im greedy
and wish you could see me when im pushing the midnight blue
911 pushing 130 and you know we always riding dirty with a oz
of the Bolivian marching powder and some words to the wise,
if it involves a girl never trust, always doubt her

Like crooks in the sooped coup Datsun
No nitrous only oxygen
Riz pushing the Lex E330, always riding dirty through Owings Mills
all fun all thrills and dont worry about a thing
just pop one pill to take away the sting
talking jazz with baby in Pure Platinum
cuz they always knows whats happening

[Hanna] Weekend with Rob and Fryman

We went out to party this weekend, aint no joke its time to spend
ended up hanging out with that dirty bitch Cassie
always trying to be sassy

With her painted on eyebrows, nobody would pick her up if she was trying to hitch
even more they might throw her in the ditch
Like Charlize in Monster and but the difference is
Cassie aint got no sponsor

Fryman and old boy picked up some white toy
and it dont make you act coy roy
Flying in on the Grey Goose drinkin Martinis and Manhattans at Kooma
man now I wonder what the fuck happened

So its Monday and im still hurtin and drinkin H2O just dont cut it
when i need to go
Slice through the bullshit and give me a IV, like Riz drinking with no ID

Once again Rob got kicked out of the bar
because he thought he was a star
the only cat in Brothers with a can in hand just trying to creep on the band

Rob to Hanna about weekend in Columbus #2

they dont know .......holla holla

I am off to HH to catch a buzz and say what up to my cuz
before i catch my plane you better watch out I goin' insane
Her I come to Columbus get ready to rumble with us

Brooks entry on Rob

...starting where you left off [Hanna] on teens...

Rob and teens? Why wouldnt he?
Old Crooksie-couldn't be and Matt, well he shouldnt be

Drinkin that old brown just gettin round town with the passports tint toned down
Hittin those Columbus streets, the way Rob drops beats
Old school style from the back of the bus...biggie, riz and hanna causin a fuss
three rappers tryin to make it-tryin to make that bling

That old bus is turning right on Calhoun from King,
headed to the glory days of Norms and beyond-the marina-cross the ashley, ill keep headin on
Were all looking for something, but what it is, who knows?

I think its our former selves, but now they're shadows

...im outta here boys...have a good weekend

[Hanna] 2nd Entry

Todays entry: Some pertaining to last night

Well I went out last night for happy hour all right
drinkin the bud heavies which keep me steady
Until about number 8 which puts me in quite a state

And then the old random comes strolling in
and its time to commit a sin

Desperate times, call for desperate measures
and sometimes you may find hidden treasures
that may bring you pleasure

Well another week has passed and it wasn't an easy one
but like George Harrison said "Here comes the sun",
here comes the weekend, here comes the fun, so just
drink-a-da beers and have no fears for it will wash away
any tears and for what lies ahead I have no clue

Perhaps hope for a random, while im out on my tandem
but im sure the next morning ill forget what happened or what I hit,
it may be da beers or the Crown on the town which really turns me around
and hopefully there is no falling down and to Rob
try not to wet the bed and stay ahead
for they may not have an oven to heat those jeans and I know
you will still be trying to pull those teens

It's a bit away down the road but im thirsting for a Charleston trip
Guns-Bourbon-Oysters-DU-Beautiful Babies and the SEWE Expo
For we will all go to drink with the best and watch the women
while we are swimming in the old charcoal colored girl in the
rocks glass called Jim Beam

Until next week

Hanna to Brooks

In response to Ephedra:

I need some ephedra to lose weight, because I feel like i just ate a crate
of burgers, now they got me doing customer service in my cube, but I just
wish I was checking out the tube with a bud heavy and Big Eddie
but of course they just wont let me

[Hanna] 1st Entry

Well it looks as if another week has passed
and it sure didn't go too fast
so I guess its off to the loft
and man is that bed looking soft
after a long night drinking which leads to thoughtless thinking
and I wake up to the sound of construction clinking

I say I will stay in tonight but when the clock strikes 10
theres no way to fight the drinking bug
so strap on your kicks and here I go again on my own
where everything thats nothing is known

Well thats it for this weeks entry which will last for many a century