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Sunday, September 18, 2005

Currently Listening
Hotel California
By Eagles
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Ayeeeeee, i havent wrote in here in a long time. Yep.


Impalafest in 2 weeks...Already....


More lyrics :)


On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair

Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air

Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light

My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim

I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway;

I heard the mission bell

And I was thinking to myself,

'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell'

Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way

There were voices down the corridor,

I thought I heard them say...


Monday, May 23, 2005

Currently Playing
King of da Ghetto
By Z-Ro
I Found Me
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Man fuck y'all..

[Z-Ro]
Nigga fuck all y'all
Fuck all these niggaz, and fuck all these hoes
If I needed a ride, I called on niggaz
If I wanted some ass, I called on hoes
But not no mo' though, I get around in a tinted out fo' do'
And ain't got no mix to motion, is a fa sho thang
Don't fuck with Ro hoe, I done lost all of my love
Razor blade to the wrist, damn near lost all of my blood
This is to all my thugs, fuck ya'll niggaz
Y'all just come around, cause I got them drugs
When all my drugs gone, nigga all my thugs gone
And I'm scared to eat, the last of the bread and the butter
Because after that, all the god damn bud gone
I'm a mo'fucking struggler, I wish I was a bubbler
Mama said that, it would it be days like this
But not a life like this, so I take a knife like this and slice like this
Take life like this, fuck around and I take my own life like this
Or click me a bitch nigga, in the windpipe like this
That's right bitch, I'm a ignant son of a bitch
And I do click quick, it might be halves and zones
To break a nigga bones, but never be stones and sticks
I ain't the shit bitch, I'm the motherfucking commode
And fuck everybody that ain't Z-Ro, that's on my soul
Finally, I found me

[Hook - 2x]
Man fuck, finally I found me
Man fuck you hoes, I found me

[Z-Ro]
I use to be a cool cat
Now a victim of the blues cat
I got tired of motherfuckers, taking a nigga for granted
All I got is my mind, I can't lose that
I'ma use that, even though a nigga mind gone
It ain't lost, cause I know where it's at
Just on another level than boys, around here
For the paper stack, cause I'ma go where it's at
I sound like a (big nigga), but I'm a (lil nigga)
Damn though, some of y'all try to bo'gaurd
Piss a nigga off and get that ass caught, late night
On the backstreets, hollin' oh Lord
It ain't no mercy, I still wanna see you bleed
Because, I don't give a damn no more
Niggaz see 3D-2, and but hollin' out fuck you hoes
Finally, I found me

[Trae]
It's still Guerilla Maab, and ain't a damn thang changed
I just peeped the game, and these niggaz be shife
Over the years, I seen a lot of niggaz turn fake
Riding thick on the cool, and then I have to erase
You see me and the Maab, done learned without a thang
Man most of these niggaz, be around for the fame
It ain't no more love, therefor if you ain't kin
And if you get up in mine, you gon meet your end
I'm one of a kind, I think you better check yourself
And it don't mean a damn thang, if I shake your hand
If I ain't too enthused, and I got on a mean mask
You better stay on note, cause I'll beat your ass
It's Guerilla Maab this, and Guerilla Maab that
I think you better get back, and shut the fuck up
For you straight step off, and get fucked up
Nigga Trae and Dougie D and Z-Ro, take nuts
So don't come around now bitch
When you showed everybody, all kinds of love
And I ain't got none left, didn't nobody wanna care
How we thug, that's why I'm fin to be alone till I meet my death
Everybody we was cool with, fuck you too
And everybody who was hating us, fuck you too
It just took a little time, for me to find myself
And that's why we getting rich off ourself

[Hook - 2x]

[Z-Ro]
Better watch your back, and identify yourself
Nigga one mo' step, and I'ma cock back every weapon
I pack, fuck around and fr-fry yourself
A punk ass patty melt, no remorses gon be felt
When I be dealing, with a less than G individual
Nothing but a AK shot, is gon be felt
I never did trust no bitch, and I don't trust no nigga
Fuck all of my associates, but in a life of a life
This motherfucker like me, you get what you suppose to get
Pussy in the middle of the fo'head, I wanna see my foes dead
And I smoke, one of these old busted up ass hoes
Old trailer trash ass hoes, I live life one deep
And I don't speak to the Nankeen no mo', nigga they know
Coming around my neck of the woods, is a no-no
Cause I got a 4-4, lay low please
Everytime I open my mouth, mo'fuckers would never believe
That's why a nigga trip a lil bit, with a razor blade
And the reason, I wear long sleeves
Y'all can't help me, I don't want your help
I just want some, leave me alone
I don't wanna go to the club, I'm cool in the streets
Bitch, just leave me to roam
Don't call my cell phone, give folk don't give a damn
If I get one in my dome, fuck you dealing
Y'all don't understand my zone, finally I found me

[Hook - 4x]

(*talking*)
This Ridgemont 4 forever, Z-Ro
The motherfucking Crooked, know I'm saying
I ain't having that riff-raff man, I don't buy wolf tickets
You know I'm saying, so send the hoes to another
Nigga, you feel me, it's 2K1 bitch, forever
Screwed Up Click, my niggaz ain't going nowhere
Still chopping with Double D nigga, tap tap


Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Currently Playing
Let the Truth Be Told
By Z-Ro
Help Me Please
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Seems like today everyone was talkin about concerts n shit and or prom. No one at my school even no's the orginator of screw music yet they play swisherhouse. IF SCREW DIDNT DO IT, ITS NOT A SCREW TAPE BITCHES

if i hear about pat green again ima shoot some one. he sucks like all of the country music right now. just like all the rap and pop n bullshit that i constantly hear on the radio. i swear to god if i hear one more mutherfucker talk about micheal watts fat ass trash music and his peice of shit dj skills. ima slap someone, swishahouse sucks. quit askin me, i will not download u a copy of the mike jones album quit askin me. no the only screwed and chopped music i listen to is by dj screw. not a fatt ass sweaty cd table usin bastards. i will wreck him set the date. - ok vented, not

all your g-unit lil jon usher mike jones micheal watts swishahouse trill ville krunk krunk bull lickin piece of shit non talent havin ass master p clone rap music sucks slopped n chopped bullshit. quit playin it around town. if i hear still tippin again when i pull up at a light ima lose my goddamned mind. the song sucks. it sucked when it came out last year. i dont wanna hear about pat green, and when i turn on the radio i dont wanna here some wanna here rnb b2k bump n grind homo ass shit music like i always do.

if u wanna hear screwed n chopped turn on DJ Scerw. not micheal watts

if u wanna hear soul, al green, isley brothers, curtis mayfield and the impressions. not frankie j or b2k

if u wanna hear real rap then turn on illmatic. not lil jon and usher and ludacris

if u wanna hear country turn on Johnny Cash. SHIT not fuckin Chixe Dicks

Yall's music suck

and some of yall need to stop goin to salvation army to get yall's clothes. shit is tackey. i no yall can afford some american eagle like the rest of the school. the amout of "emo/gothic/lonley/dyke/homosexual/punk" kids at the school amazes me. i cant wait to get out of CHS. o yeah and fuck prom

if i spend over 69.99 on a girl for one losuey dj'n music havin dress wearin shit night. there better be some tippin and im not talkin bout change. prom sucks, face it, half yall got shit faced and ended up masterbating that night. quit makin for yall's parents pay for your whole night.

on a lighter note, the z-ro cd came out today finally

o yea and my cell phone is no longer a number yall can call its a 2way now, if yall want me cell phone number im me.

o yea and walker quit tellin everyone u raced me in that piece of shit camero, that thing is running sp rich on a stock motor it burns when im riding behind it, and if ur gonna talk shit about me n my car, dont say it around my gf. im runnin over 300hp with a 350, and your over here with your goddamned taillight fallin off cappin. i tryd to race u before and u wouldnt do it. and gerald was gonna be in the car with me too. and we know he will add more than 100 pounds... when we i get my 454 in well even see how much more my car will run circles around your rusted bucket dipped in black paint. we never raced and you never won. quit tellin lies. ask alex if what he thinks the chances of you beating me are...

im done venting. and if u dont like it you can suck my dick


Monday, March 28, 2005

Currently Playing
Suave House: The Album of the Year
By Various Artists
Just Like Candy
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its been a while since i wrote in here

little has changed

got my exhaust

flowmaster 40's (orignal) and a X pipe custome made comin out ractive tips

and i installed some HID's cortesy of daniel hong today, took a good while to figure out the head lights, but they are bright as hell, i doubt they  are legal, but the box was in all japanese or some shit, so fuck it...

alot of shit is comin along with the car

im thinkin i mite slab it out on brabus block's soon, cuz my tires are low or still go with the classic car look n put it on some KMC SS's or Just some fat 19's with a lip in the back and run thinner in the front. its wutever

a cop pulled me over tonite, (guess which one) and said he liked my car and told me to slow down, let me go, then i lost my fuckin keys in michelles house...
 :(

just got back from a weak, i mean week in alabama, shit sucked

im glad to be home. skeet skeet bitches

o yea and karianne if u keep honkin at me in flickin me offbaglggba just dont do it...


Saturday, February 26, 2005

Currently Playing
Same Thing Different Day
By Trae
Let Me Live My Life
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Tonight was crazy

spent all day with michelle

made my day lol

got my car parts appriased *spell check*

i got to c Alex's 5.0 and 05 Mustangs

then had surgery

then back wit michelle

just got home from michelles

these coppell police are bitches, they fallowed me untill i lost them

i swear to god cops in copp-hell got nothing better to do than fallow tinted rides..

but tonite was crazy

Artist: Trae f/ Z-Ro, Shyna
Album: Same Thing Different Day
Song: Let Me Live My Life

[Hook: Shyna]
Let me live my life, y'all know y'all ain't right
Niggas be so shife, I'm trying to maintain
Let me live my life, y'all know y'all ain't right
Niggas be so shife, can I do one thang

[Trae]
I see these niggas never satisfied, fucking with Trae
Everywhere that I go, these haters wanna put me away
But that's gon be a hell of a job, I'm a mad dude that's ignant by nature
Whether Trae or Frasier, don't come at me wrong cause I'll blaze you
Fraud is what I rate you, when you turn to my foe
Ain't no second guessing or stressing, we ain't homies no mo'
The only true friend I got, is God himself
If you ain't him, you ought to think about guarding yourself
I can't be letting niggas take me off my game, I'm trying to be sane
And if I lose it, I'll introduce you to pain
I don't really think, you wanna take it there
I'll show you the meaning, of life is hard but it's fair
Deep inside should I care, prolly not cause they don't wanna let me live
But if I'm rich on top, I bet these niggas wanna let me give
So I bled the smart way, living life all alone
Cause these haters got me ready, to slap the side of they dome

[Hook]

[Z-Ro]
Lately the devil been riding my back, while a nigga sleeping
So much negativity around me, I attract demons
In the form, of a fine ass bitch sometime
Who only purpose, is to get me for my nickels and dimes
Interrupting my lavish, living with a 2-11
Will run up on Z-Ro, 1-8-7
(May day, may day), you about to witness my AK spray
You look tired, let me help you sleep your life away
Nigga let me, live my life
Nothing but drama, what these busters give my life and I just can't rest
Got me depending on doja, to relieve my stress
Sometime I wonder if a nigga really blessed, cause I'm still here
But I haven't lost my faith, my Lord I still fear
Even though everyday, one of my people get killed here
I'ma keep on mashing, toward the ribbon in the sky
All I wanna do, is live until I die

[Hook]

[Trae]
The way it look to me, is they got too much time on they hands
To be worried about my life, and how I'm getting it man
You need to get your ass a hobby, and get off of my back
Before you react the wrong way, and make me attack you ain't cut out for that
Cause half the shit I lived in my life, you ain't ready fo'
I told you befo', you haters need to let it go
I keep it real too much, to let the devil do me in
I'm a child of God, with a fully loaded Mack 10
Trying to get out of my sins, and to maintain
But it's like every thirty minutes, it's the same thang
Hate me for what, it's like I'm already stuck with a hard life
All my niggas that are gone, and the others that turned shife
I can't live without you hating, so I feel like I'm forced
To get em gone and it's ugly, when applying my force
And I don't think you wanna know, what I can give
But I'ma give it anyway, until they let me live

[Hook]




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