Kanye West and Biggie - Kicks Open Doors - (Terry_Urban_Mix)
Today’s not so much about love as it is about people fucking with yo shit. If it’s mine, respect it. If you think it’s mine, think twice that you better respect it. If you know you got something mine, know i will deal with you if you don’t respect it. Now exactly what it is all depends on what’s being fucked with. It could be your car, your girl, your friends and/or family, your pets, your life, your anything that you hold a claim to. If it’s yours then you deserve to keep it respected. If one thing contradicts the other, kick them both in the ass. It’s yours. You don’t have to pick a side, just keep your shit recognized. Everyday what’s yours will be tried and tested, as it undoubtedly already has been. The favorite, however, seems to always be yo patience. Day in, day out people will push is patience to the limits, seemingly bend over backwards to try every last nerve, and oddly balk when you take issue with with their behavior. Somedays it maybe is your fault. Somedays it’s not, and it will not be your fault no matter how many times a person or people want to make it your fault. If i missed anyway people may fuck with your shit, drop them in the comments. This is a post to get it all out, no matter how big no matter how small.
Big thanks to Terry Urban and Mick Boogie for providing the theme music for this post.
P.S. We hope y’all appreciate the lyrics in the post, most of the internets gets them wrong…must be all the tubes and pipes….
[Notorious B.I.G.]
You wanna sip Mo’ on my living room flo’
Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo
Pick up my phone say, ‘Poppa not home’
Sex all night, mad head in the morn’
Spin my V, smoke all my weed
Tattoo on tit-tie sayin BIG Po-ppa, now check it
You wanna be my main squeeze baby
Don’tcha, you wanna gimme what I need baby
Won’tcha, picture life as my wife just think
Full length mink, fat X and O links
Bracelets to match, conversation was all that
Showed you the safe combinations and all that
Guess you could say youse the one I trusted
Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard?
Shit got hot, you sent Feds to my spot
Took me to court, tried to take all I got
‘Nother intricate plot, the bitch said I raped her
‘Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?’
My Mo-sci-no ho, my Ver-sa-ce hottie
Come to find out, you was fuckin everybody
You knew about me, the fake ID
Cases in Virginia, body in D.C.
Woe, oh is me, that’s what I get for trickin
Pay my own bail, commence to ass kickin
Lick in the door, wavin the four-four
All you heard was, ‘Poppa don’t hit me no more’
Disrespect my click, my shit’s imperial
Fuck around and made her milkbox material
You feel me?Suckin dick, runnin your lips
‘Cause of you, I’m on some real fuck a bitch shit….
[Kanye West]
Uh! And I’ll be tryin to come around my girl actin like Mr. Friendly
And steal the spotlight like Mr. Bentley
I spotted her like Spud McKenzie
And for them fake boobies I payed them Benjies
Get your own, I got Paris he got Nicky he tried to get ‘em a clone
He said yeah you know you got extra hoes
And everything you do is extra cold
From the Polo fleece to the Jesus piece
I got family in high places like Jesus’ niece
Can I please, say my peace
If y’all fresh to death, then I’m deceased
And this one here, is a heat rocks
Spit like a beat box, the way the beat rocks
New version of Pete Rock!
But for that Benz I get CL love
So I switch my girls around like 3L-dub [3LW]….
