BITCH PLEASE

First of all, let me say that for a while now I have really been trying to let people get their words out and do their thing. That is because I believe it is a beautiful thing to watch people express themselves through the written word; but now a lot of bitches are getting out of MuthaFucking HAND……


I love to read, so I go through web sites, magazines, and books because I have a blog (http://www.youngbreezy.com/), where I share what I’ve learned and find interesting. Lately I have been reading what a lot of bitches are saying (PIMP GODS FORGIVE ME); and to be perfectly honest, a lot of bitches need to be slapped in the fucking face for being so fucking stupid. Clue number one: If you have to tell yourself that, “I ain’t no bitch, so I know he ain’t talking about me..” YES BITCH I AM TALKING ABOUT YOU!!! You know why? Simply because the previous statement doesn’t enter into a real WOMAN’S head, dummy. She’s got real shit on her mind like: her schedule tomorrow, her dinner plans tonight, profit margins, her children… or the fact that Breezy is the shit. (It’s okay baby, I think you’re the shit too). Now I don’t have any one bitch in mind, so I am going to make this as generic as possible; however, there are about 5 WAAAAAAAAAAAAY too stupid bitches that I know that need their fucking lips busted. (If you ask me I will let you know if it’s you.) Side note: “It Might Be You, Just Ask Breezy” Bitch, I credit you as my inspiration for this post; aren’t you proud of yourself?

Now there is one thing that is consistent between women and bitches; the common complaint, “I can’t find a man.” Women, I understand…you have to deal with trust issues and men with inferiority complexes, but a bitch? Please, you look over great muthafuckas every FUCKING day. “I can’t fuck with him because he ain’t known” or, “he ain’t cute enough.” You want a nigga that looks like Boris whatever-the-fuck his last name is or Vin Diesel. (These can be adjusted to your personal likes). Let’s think about this for a minute; most of the time, attractive men are just as aware that they are attractive as you are. Now this attractive quality may spring from a few things. It could be his ability to give women what they want, financially; this is the most important hands down. It doesn’t matter how cute you are, women ain’t gonna walk to the movies with your ass. Another factor could be that he is attractive to a woman’s eye (i.e. “I like the way this dude carries himself,” or whatever stuff hoes get off on at that point in time). In total honesty, all that shit comes from TV and movies. You think I’m lying? Riddle me this: How many bald headed, jet- black muthafuckas got pussy before Michael Jordan came on the scene? Let me help you… NONE! Well maybe more than that but not in the quantity that they got after that hooping ass MOFO. Until then, those niggas had to pay light bills and all that type of shit. (I am not referring to you Mr. Rent Man; I know you pay their bills so they won’t bother you, you can get your nut, go home and play with the kids).

But back to my point, why do bitches break their necks to get with a dude that “will never give a fuck about you because you are easily replaceable?” You are in line, running behind a dude that will never think of you as anything more than an object that makes them shoot sperm. I know a chick that lived in Jackson, MS, (she moved… I guess she met her quota) and she has sucked/fucked every Black man in the city that has a Lexus or a Benz. (On my life, if you asked her to name 4 dudes with cars valuing $50k or more that she knows… she will have had most of their nuts in her fucking throat.) God help them if they are popular and can get into a club without standing in line.
I know bitches that have RUN through my entire roster of friends… that includes married dudes, a midget, and a few UGLY ass niggas, just because they were Kappas…well, they do have great parties. But these dummies want someone to consider them more than a fucking object? What ball player didn’t you fuck? What “I’m trying to be a rapper” lame ass muthafucka(s) ain’t came all over your fucking face? You are not even a person anymore; you’re a thing niggas talk about where and how they fucked you. You are a fucking slut and you sit there and think you have something on someone else because you were in VIP? What-the-fuck-ever bitch; I make special trips to VIP to throw up. Why is it when you come around, none of the dudes you’re fucking say anything about 1.) the money they get from your stupid ass or 2.) the fact that you got fucked by two or three of them at the same time? I’ll tell you why; because they know who you are… want me to tell you? You’re nothing. (Ouch!!!! It burns like your piss, doesn’t it?) The bitches you run with call you a hoe behind your fucking back. They laugh with the niggas who fuck over you, but don’t worry; when you come around, niggas do the same thing. Don’t get me wrong; there are the ones that hit licks, like the chic that drives the promo vehicle until the nigga gets mad and takes his shit and gives it to the other bitch. Ain’t nothing fresher than the next bitch; everyone knows that… except you, I guess. Everybody knows and we all laugh about it. Does it hurt? It should because most funny shit is steeped in truth. These are the same hoes that have the fucking nerve to act like they are better than someone else. Bitch please; you are talking about a dude that “doesn’t have this or that” and you don’t have your fucking rent. ***Just in case you forgot, the 1st is right around the corner*** I don’t say this to condemn anyone that is trying and coming up short, but the people that ain’t got shit and talk about someone being in the same situation? OH MY GOD! I know bitches that have the fucking ovaries to say shit like, “I can’t fuck with him because he isn’t out or he doesn’t have this or that.” These bitches live in SUPER SHITTY apartments and don’t even have a fucking couch. Every extra dime they get goes to the fucking club or to the fucking mall. You drink shit like Hypnotiq; you know that shit is nasty as fuck. They have gear for fucking days but they don’t have food in their fridge… NOTE: This is another way you can tell bitches from women.

Last, but definitely not least, there’s another topic that HAS to be addressed: Models. Models have either 1.) modeled on a professional runway and/or 2.) have photos published in a magazine. They get paid from either endorsements or shoots that take them farther than Black Spring Break. Being in a video on “Uncut” does not make you a fucking model. Being a stripper does not make you a model and neither does having pictures made MAKE YOU A FUCKING MODEL. You are just about as much of a model as the nigga that has never sold a beat is a fucking producer. By now you might be saying; “He ain’t shit, he ain’t doing it like that…” “That grown ass Motherfucker stays with his fucking mamma…” “This broke ass nigga.” Well… I am very honest about the life I have led and anyone that knows me can vouch for that. I don’t make statements that cannot be proven; I am real with mine. I have been homeless and slept in my car… I have had days where I spent money all day and didn’t give a shit as well as days that I can’t eat until I get home. What does that make me? Normal. The fact that I am not afraid to put my flaws out here for public scrutiny doesn’t make me better than you… and I’m not downing anyone for not having the best things in life. However, I will snap the neck of a MuthaFucking hoe that makes it a point to say something negative about a good person, male or female. I guess you don’t like this, huh? To that I say… Bitch Please


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Sorry

I have lived in a lot of places Centreville, MS…Baton Rouge, LA…Starksville, MS…Durham, NC…Jackson, MS….Houston, TX….and now Dallas, TX…Now your first question may be what the fuck are you running from? Honestly nothing just like to see different things and see how much we are the same, but this time I really think I have found a home. I am starting to fall in love with Dallas, I have in the past been one of those people that always complained about where I lived. You know the type “It’s never anything to do here; I wish I lived in New York, or Atlanta, or anywhere but here. But what I have to come to realize is that it really has nothing to do with where you are but the type of person you are. For example when my Grandfather passed away I went home to Centreville, MS (to me anywhere in Mississippi is home, my honest opinion is that it is one of the greatest states in the nation we get a lot of bad press but think about it everyone does) I was surrounded by family and I had a fantastic time. (The funeral turned into more of a family reunion and we celebrated the life of Daddy it was beautiful) I walked around the place I grew up and I really felt like this place is magical it is so calm and lack of a better word just beautiful. As a child ALL I wanted to do was to live in the city. I wanted to go to a pro game and see all the people that lived there and live in a high rise. (You say corny I saw fuck you) But you know what I have done all those things and nothing beats having about 50- 60 acres to walk out and call your own. It’s something beautiful to see kids running full speed and not have to worry if they are going to hurt themselves.
My first year at Jackson State Jackson State University My friends and I got an apartment it was a three bedroom in a complex call The Grove. The three of us paid $137 a piece (that’s right it was so fucking ghetto) but in all honesty I had more fun at the grove than any other place in my life. When we lived there it was dead roaches on the floor everyday we came home from school (We never figured that shit out) the bathrooms suffered the people upstairs, they had a leak under their tub that ate through our foof. That being said, while staying there I met some of the nicest people I have ever met. The little kids would always come to our door and get us to play ball with them. Every time anyone came by the crib at least 5 different people would give us a description of the person and the vehicle. It was like we had a neighborhood of people taking care of us. We never had any issues with crime or break ins nothing like that ever happened. We moved after a year to “better” complex the rent was more expensive and they had a cosmeticly better feel to them. But my fucking wardrobe was stolen from the laundry mat. The police that lived worked at the front gate would harass all the females that came by “you are like the 5th woman to come see him this weekend.” One of my roommates had a New Tahoe and the other had his moms S 600 so they told the local cops that we had to be drug dealers.
I told that story to make the point that you are not in hell if you are not where you want to be, its up to you to start making where you are the place to be. Football fans remember when nobody but people from Boston liked the Patriots; Hip Hoppers remember when no body would sign an act from the south. You are where ever you are suppose to be and its up to you to make your spot the envy of people espically those that all they know how to do is complain. I know I’m the shit therefore where ever I am IS the MuthaFucking spot. So I have to apologize to the fantastic people of Dallas, TX. I formed an opinion of you before I actually went out and kicked it and I have to say that I was totally misinformed. I have met some of the most beautiful people in my life here and when I say beautiful it means inside and out. I visited a couple of clubs and a local Hookah bar and I had a blast. I did get totally opposite views from people but the common thread was “it depends on the type of person you are.” (please refer to me being the shit and you may bookmark that statement because it is totally true)
I have decided to do is rating system of the spots that I check out. I will talk about the crowd the service and anything interesting that flies into my head about the spot. I’ll be fair and honest and I plan on checking out everything from cigar bars to night clubs, restaurants, everything. I’ll discuss sporting events and also where you can go and not see the same muthafuckas everytime. I know that a lot of this will take place in Dallas but I do a little traveling so look forward to adventures in Atlanta, Chicago (I love Chicago by the way) and possibly a festival in Toronto it depends on how hard I pimp the smarter travel web site on my favorite links…. If you have some hot shit on travel or hotel hook ups anything that can get me to your neck of the woods holla at your boy…My first rating will be pretty soon so just stay tuned also don’t worry I am still going to talk about fucking all those beautiful women I did in the past and getting pissy drunk in every inappropriate place in the world. I’ll put in some info next time but now its play off time I got to drink my beer Holla……

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