learn to rap like a gangsta

this girl is so fyne i wouldnt mind makin her mine but it just takes a lil time , the taste of rejection will be like sucking on a lime.she got the curves of a godess every time i see her my mind turns to a mess it would be a dream come true just to get her to undress so she could rub her hand up and down my chest.

this girl also got flavour in some of her classes im her naighbour what she dont no is i could be her tank her corpral even her major , this girl has got that beyonce ass to that ide raise my champaigne glass every time i sit next to her she always lookin fyne in class.

this girl is in my mind every day week and hour shes so pritty like the pettals off of a rose flower i can still taste the rejection and its tsting nasty and sour , sometimes i think how well she’ll give brain but if i do that musch longer my mind will go insane or maybe my head will go crazy like a derailing train.

QUE PASO MY PEOPLE!U GOT A LATINA GREEK IN YO FACE, COMIN’ FROM DA BAY AREA! THROW IT UP, MI PADRES!

I kill for fun Sun// ONe shot and Done//Pop drop and Run// The Murderous Wank-sta// Quick to shank ya and Spank Ya// Deranged, no stranger to Danger// Stash gun gunz like Baby Jesus, Away in The Manger//I never killed anybody but on paper my Rap Sheet// Leaves suckas mummified, wrapped in Black Sheets// From Brooklyn to Back-Streets, the Bodies Keep countin’// Break backs of the Broke-Backs on Broke Back Mountain// Dogg, my Fight Club is sick// I makes Pits fight like Brad and Angie in Mr. & Mrs. Smith directed by Mike Vick// The only time I spent in jail was when I was Scared Straight// To be continued

imma real nigga n im bout 2 bring the pain cuz i am the beast but i aint lil wayne anybody can get it just tell me how u want it n if u want me dead then u betta get up on it cuz when i let shots off im knockin tops off u already know how it goes when it pops off n if he wanna run we get em from distance this is my time to make a difference my flow is contagious like ronald isley my shit spread quicker then poison ivey who want some who really wanna fuck wit the family cuz make em see stars like they chillin at the grammys ok im done playin games cuz now im bout to shoot first then take names then i take a step back n come to a pause cuz the only time u clap is when u give an applause

comon guys we got a fight tonight, a gangsta fight, alright(yea)!! if yo late, that’s great, we’ll just consider you out of yo place there,ll be a bullet in yo face you a motha fucking disgrace!

lay in your bed, ill give you some head, make you scream and shout maybe even pout, you know what dis is all about, my name across your arm, make sure i wont get harmed, love me until it ends, but for now we’ll just stay secret friends.

imma g around my neck iz 14 k’s
i’ll leave ya splatted up in 14 ways
im like uh QB got more than 14 plays
leave ya whole click runnin’ 4 14 days
in da trunk of my car i let the 14s blaze
1 gets money but 14 pays

Well see I’m young and i’ve been trying hard 2 be a rapper. See about a year ago me and my cousin decided we wanted 2 be a rapper Then she was plying games trying to put other people in our little get to go. So I started my own stuff at a really young age. She got mad when i told her like um “you do what you do I do what I do”. My first song was great ! I performed it at all the ‘get together’s’ at the crib. I figured man i need a partner. So i asked my best (so called) friend if she wanted to rap wit me. She didn’t work after 2 months. So i was like man i’m gone do this on my own. SHOO if I really want this I could do this on my own. Then I made like 15 songs by myself. I gave up for a month. Then my mom was like “do you still wanna rap”. I was like I got my songs why you got somebody for me. She was like my friend KB just got a studio he wanna work wit you. So I told my cousin and my best(so called) friend. My cousin was happy for me , but my associate (best so called friend) got mad cuz she wasn’t in it no mo. So we ain’t that cool but now I’m gettin’ set! I think I’ll be the best rapper that’s 12 years old doing good. I learned if I put my head to it I can do it. So you hearing it from the girl yourself Monica Meshell Kelly A.K.A Kmoni (my rap name).

Well that’s it.!. -June 1, 2007

we moved outa my hood when I was only six years old
we got our car stolen
our house was too small an
gangs be rollen in
everything was fallen
apart we needed a new start, a new hood (Kentwood)
so we waved goodbye to G-rap
I didn’t cry about that

cuz I’m just a lil white ghetto girl
(G.H.E. double T. O. I’m tellin you my story)
I’m just a lil white ghetto girl
(I’m sorry you can’t change me if you wanted to)

but when we moved in (Kentwood)
I felt like we could neva win
this game of economic status
crackers with their green manicured lawns
be starin at us
see, I’m livin in a place where I don’t belong
when I walk around the hood all the blacks be laughin at us
like there’s somethin wrong with me
I’m livin in a place where I don’t belong, see

cuz I’m just a lil white ghetto girl
(G.H.E. double T. O. I’m tellin you my story)
I’m just a lil white ghetto girl
(I’m sorry you can’t change me if you wanted to)

I started reppin when I was only thirteen (what?)
back in the day when life was so mean (yup)
when we didn’t have no green an
every day an
every night we be focused on the cream then
we ate the black beans for every meal fo’ real an
my momma yellin all the time then
so I put it to rhyme again

chorus

so you wanna be ghetto?
You don’t know what you’re wishin so think again
you oughta save your breath oh
you don’t want the dissin and the hunger pain

chorus x2

Verse2:
this is the part where the beat goes silent,
so much tnesion it could get violent,
if i screw up its one big error,
if u see me angry im like a big terror,
brother ceaser always the first on the scene,
spitting on tha mic ever since 13,
i pray at night and say lord are u there?,
me without a mic is like beat without a snare,
im as holy pope benedict the 16,
i bust quick, i scope derelicts than bring beef,

Chorusx2:

Verse:3
ill bet u think ur high, and mighty and good,
but you get jumped when you roll through ma hood,
i roll up in ma car,
takes me anywhere near or far,
driving on the freeway lane,
thinking about the past, nothing is the same,
i pull up on the side of the street,
see some little homeboys tying to make a beat,
i get out say wassup roughnecks,
dont sho no love back dont sho no respect,

Chorusx2: