story one: the hustling girl

Amaka na my name
E don tay i dey this Game
I from Orlu, Imo State
if you no know, you no go fit relate
Na since the time i small i don dey Bleep
Life rough for me i no dey get luck
Madam carry me come Lagos make i come work
but since i dey here na dick i dey suck
some times i dey try go church for inspiration
but the G man just dey give me extortion
e package am, call am say na exhortation
e tey wey i don dey drop tithe
still and still everything just tight
dem don almost finish me before i see the light
now i know say this life na big fight
na this fight i dey fight make my future pure
no be say this hustle for street sure
but i dey pray say one day me sef go hammer
i believe "YES, I CAN", just like Obama
Everyday dey waka hustle for Allen, cos my crime be say my papa na church rat
If to say my papa na Onyema, i for dey fly Air Peace like rich brat

written by hardmirror

i would be uploading other verses for other society desperadoes
Yahoo boys
NURTW Miscrants
Kidnappers
Politicians

Nice punchline bro

tillaman:
Nice punchline bro

thanks bro

I love your punchlines

MyVILLAGEpeople:
I love your punchlines

thanks baba

Wow nice punchlines.

FP-worthy.

Omo, this your epistle be like song lyrics. You sure say no be single track you dey drop so?

tillaman:
Nice punchline bro

my thoughts initially

hey sorry guys, been watching today matches so could not update.
By the way, you could be wondering why i am dropping rap bars here on CRIME SECTION, well it is cause i am using this medium to tell the stories of those who are hustling, are in the dirty game because they gotta survive, then they gotta rewrite their stories, then they gotta secure the future of their generations to come, then they gotta prove to themselves that they can do ANYTHING it takes to move to the top of their game even if it means to die in the hustle for the hustle.

let's go
Verse 2: The Yahoo Boy
Me, my men and the bitches chanting O pkor! O pkor!
I'm slipin down the rabit hole, but i still dey pour
i'm dying, sleeping, awake, happy cause the venom cruising through my body
i dey smile, but i dey think, see dem dey flex my money awon fake buddies
where dem bitches dey when my only phone na nokia touch
now the leaches latch, cos I dey drive around in porsche
golddiggers, fake niggars, hopeless proud beggars,
pull out tongue daggers back stabbing me so that I go stagger
they stroke and caress me with blood stained fingers
Everyday for club, drowning out my senses with the noise and drink
If I no live this way, I die early with wetin I carry for head dey think
The whole thing be like dream, me sef I no wan wake
Shey na me be this? This life large gan even if na fake
All these old men dem dey jealous me.
They hate my dread, dread my swag, lag far behind my spend
I don collect all the fine girls, bring their reign to an end
Before before ma dem dey run things for weekend
The money wey dem get for bank na him be my stipend
The thing pain them, their papa for Aso call me lazy youth
Their pikin dey flex our money, the ass hole no wan hear truth
Na old men wey no get shame, don turn woman dey gossip me for Efcc
As dem no fit play my game, carry you Cv waka, make I dey load my CC
Girls dem dey minus my money, but dem no want make I use them do plus
Mercy dribble pass Messi, carry lamba chop me, yet you think na me worse
I am lost, at a point of no return
I have found this life na turn by turn
I’m Criminal, cynical, clinical in as I try to rack in the green
I be musician, shebi you wan know my work, abi you no see say I be Da’grin

written by hardmirror

A001:
FP-worthy.

Thanks man

SouthCaroliina elonmuskbaby Zazamulah kestolove95 Restroom theInterpreter Emperor2020

HardMirror:
hey sorry guys, been watching today matches so could not update.
By the way, you could be wondering why i am dropping rap bars here on CRIME SECTION, well it is cause i am using this medium to tell the stories of those who are hustling, are in the dirty game because they gotta survive, then they gotta rewrite their stories, then they gotta secure the future of their generations to come, then they gotta prove to themselves that they can do ANYTHING it takes to move to the top of their game even if it means to die in the hustle for the hustle.

let's go
Verse 2: The Yahoo Boy
Me, my men and the bitches chanting O pkor! O pkor!
I'm slipin down the rabit hole, but i still dey pour
i'm dying, sleeping, awake, happy cause the venom cruising through my body
i dey smile, but i dey think, see dem dey flex my money awon fake buddies
where dem bitches dey when my only phone na nokia touch
now the leaches latch, cos I dey drive around in porsche
golddiggers, fake niggars, hopeless proud beggars,
pull out tongue daggers back stabbing me so that I go stagger
they stroke and caress me with blood stained fingers
Everyday for club, drowning out my senses with the noise and drink
If I no live this way, I die early with wetin I carry for head dey think
The whole thing be like dream, me sef I no wan wake
Shey na me be this? This life large gan even if na fake
All these old men dem dey jealous me.
They hate my dread, dread my swag, lag far behind my spend
I don collect all the fine girls, bring their reign to an end
Before before ma dem dey run things for weekend
The money wey dem get for bank na him be my stipend
The thing pain them, their papa for Aso call me lazy youth
Their pikin dey flex our money, the ass hole no wan hear truth
Na old men wey no get shame, don turn woman dey gossip me for Efcc
As dem no fit play my game, carry you Cv waka, make I dey load my CC
Girls dem dey minus my money, but dem no want make I use them do plus
Mercy dribble pass Messi, carry lamba chop me, yet you think na me worse
I am lost, at a point of no return
I have found this life na turn by turn
I’m Criminal, cynical, clinical in as I try to rack in the green
I be musician, shebi you wan know my work, abi you no see say I be Da’grin

written by hardmirror





Thanks man

SouthCaroliina elonmuskbaby Zazamulah kestolove95 Restroom theInterpreter Emperor2020

y u calling my name na?

kestolove95:
y u calling my name na?

go studio go record am, we go download am for net...I can't read this

Bars

kestolove95:
go studio go record am, we go download am for net...I can't read this

why do you want to go into crime? whats your story?

ogyunging:
Bars

are you from benue state?

Dizzytee:
Dear Parents,

Holidays are here, pls take note of the following :

Child molestation
Sexual abuse,
Rape

Child predators are everywhere seeking for whom to devour.

You really don't want to see this happen to your angels and bobos.

Be extra careful.

A. Know where your children or wards are per time.

B. Leave them with very responsible and reasonable, not just some respectable adult jerks.

B. Never leave children alone,not for a second.

C. Apply safety measures in and around the house.

D. Secure your home and be vigilant.

E. Check and understand why your kids like an adult and check why some adults repel them.

F. Don't be caught up in this wayward society, wear modest and decent clothing for your girls. .....Jerks can release sperm on themselves just by looking at a baby's bum, Its that bad.�.

There will be a lot of parties, be careful.

G. Holidaymakers. ....�. Don't send your kids off to their grannies without helps around. Most Grannies are weak, vulnerable and not so disciplined anymore. Don't burden them with children stress.

H. Don't accommodate other kids you can't care for in the name of holiday.

I. Watch your teenagers.

J. Get closer to your children and wards this holiday.

Keep close, embrace your children ,pray and play together.

They can watch television but be mindful of what goes into their mind. Most of the time ,a lot of accidents could have been avoided.

Always give them reasons to appreciate life more.....

Thanks a lot bro for reminding us all these tenets

HardMirror:
why do you want to go into crime? whats your story?

I need bar jare

tillaman:
Nice punchline bro

Do you know what a punchline is??

PericomaNwankwo:



Do you know what a punchline is??

no sir, but I believe you are about to tell me

HardMirror:
are you from benue state?

No.

ogyunging:

No.

ogyunging is a greeting in benue. i think idoma not sure

HardMirror:
hey sorry guys, been watching today matches so could not update.
By the way, you could be wondering why i am dropping rap bars here on CRIME SECTION, well it is cause i am using this medium to tell the stories of those who are hustling, are in the dirty game because they gotta survive, then they gotta rewrite their stories, then they gotta secure the future of their generations to come, then they gotta prove to themselves that they can do ANYTHING it takes to move to the top of their game even if it means to die in the hustle for the hustle.

let's go
Verse 2: The Yahoo Boy
Me, my men and the bitches chanting O pkor! O pkor!
I'm slipin down the rabit hole, but i still dey pour
i'm dying, sleeping, awake, happy cause the venom cruising through my body
i dey smile, but i dey think, see dem dey flex my money awon fake buddies
where dem bitches dey when my only phone na nokia touch
now the leaches latch, cos I dey drive around in porsche
golddiggers, fake niggars, hopeless proud beggars,
pull out tongue daggers back stabbing me so that I go stagger
they stroke and caress me with blood stained fingers
Everyday for club, drowning out my senses with the noise and drink
If I no live this way, I die early with wetin I carry for head dey think
The whole thing be like dream, me sef I no wan wake
Shey na me be this? This life large gan even if na fake
All these old men dem dey jealous me.
They hate my dread, dread my swag, lag far behind my spend
I don collect all the fine girls, bring their reign to an end
Before before ma dem dey run things for weekend
The money wey dem get for bank na him be my stipend
The thing pain them, their papa for Aso call me lazy youth
Their pikin dey flex our money, the ass hole no wan hear truth
Na old men wey no get shame, don turn woman dey gossip me for Efcc
As dem no fit play my game, carry you Cv waka, make I dey load my CC
Girls dem dey minus my money, but dem no want make I use them do plus
Mercy dribble pass Messi, carry lamba chop me, yet you think na me worse
I am lost, at a point of no return
I have found this life na turn by turn
I’m Criminal, cynical, clinical in as I try to rack in the green
I be musician, shebi you wan know my work, abi you no see say I be Da’grin

written by hardmirror





Thanks man

SouthCaroliina elonmuskbaby Zazamulah kestolove95 Restroom theInterpreter Emperor2020

why mention me
U dey shack?