Stuup Da Mizfit's blog: "Today's Verse"

Stuup works best when the lights is off/ I don't need no lights to see yo life go out/ Wife went out for squares, never came back/ Everytime I rob a nigga, it's never the same strap/ Never the same hat, never the same clothes/ Walk up in the club with never the same hoes/ Niggas got nerve to try and steal my wealth/ Here go some chalk, might as well outline yoself/ Cuz ain't nobody take'n shit from me/ A couple of spare bullets is all they get from me/ I got this shit down to a TEE/ Roll by myself no matter who wanna roll wit me/ Go wit me, "Nah, maybe next time"/ "Get the fuck outta my face", thats the next line/ How the fuck you make figures/ If you come up on 30 G's and gotta split it wit 4 niggas/ No niggas.......take my advice/ Get yo own hustle homie before you lose ya life/

Things just ain't the same for Mizfit/ niggas quick to jump on niggas dicks and diss quick/ But Mizfit flip like hotcakes from Bisquik/ Get the grip and kiss niggas red like lipstick/ Sip shit and watch me get pissed off/ Niggas talk'n shit, I'm bout to clip ya lips off/ I'm a big dog in the land of the mini's/ Toy poodles wit cap guns, I gotta semi/ Bottle of Remy mixed wit Henny and Hypnotic/ Bitches gotta taste for niggas wyle'n wit big dollas/ Impala on spreewells so bitch holla/ Oh you want some cash, betta take back them bottles/ I'm pop'n my colla off that double stack'd X/ Double that bet for anotha black check/ Trouble thats next cuz a brotha got flex/ Gimme a fat sac and a bubble eyed Lex/ And I'm cool, no need for the tech/ Got niggas scream'n, "PIMP IN DISTRESS"/ No need to impress, all I want is sex/ So Roxanne, you ain't gotta put on that red dress/ Jump on the bed next, I'm a tear yo back out/ And wax that ass like a candle in a blackout/

I blaze from the three point range like Reggie Miller/ You got nuts nigga then blaze at the gorilla/ I blaze like Carrie when I burn the spot/ Call me Nick Punisher when I blaze the glock/ Call me BK when I blaze for real/ Flame broil niggas when I blaze them in their grill/ Niggas like, "Stuup, why you blaze so much"/ If my gun talk, I aint gotta say so much/ Play too much and I'm a blaze you up/ Set yo girl on fire when I blaze that slut/ Pussy couldn't save that slut, I raped the slut/ Then I blazed her with a razor cut/ Who the fuck wanna blaze with Stuup, let's roll/ Burn yo flesh off and blaze yo skull/ I love blaze'n, especially blunts/ And when I fuck a bitch I blaze up that cunt/ And when I stunt, I blaze the chain/ Still blaze'n niggas with the glare from the sun rays/ Sundays, I blaze in a zoot suit/ Wave'n at females, amaze'n and too cute/ I'm used to, everyday blaze'n/ Burnt like Freddy, model'd by Wes Craven/ Save'n private Stuup, let's go/ I blaze at the cammander general and EX-O/ And thats so, fuck'n blaze tastic/ If you haven't learned, I'm a blazen fanatic/

This time I won't hold back/ Take off my shirt and my jewelry nigga,hold that/ Na step back, cuz it's about to get ugly like Bubba/ I might have to kill this muthafucka/ No names will be said/ Cuz if somebody end up dead, they gone bring in the Feds/ See him with that red beam....on his head/ If I pull the trigga he gone end up dead/ Ain't no more life to live there after/ Close the book, thats the end of his chapter/ Na he felt the wrath fa act'n like an actor/ Even though I rap, I'm a fulltime scrappa/ Cheese stacka, part-time bitch slappa/ And fa these hoe ass niggas, I turn gun clappa/ You want war, I'll strap up, load the mack up/ Automatics and semi's is packed up/ Run up yo crib, now yo bitch ass is jacked up/ Bullets hit yo body with the force of a mack truck/ And now I need dues/ Searched ya crib fa dope like I was look'n fa Blues Clues/

So now a nigga single, free to go and mingle/ You broke my heart down to a hundred thousand pieces/ You fucked it up for the next girl/ you was the earth to my people, you was my whole world/ But fuck it, It's time to pack up and move on/ I'm too strong, to be down too long/ you knew I had a talent to rhyme, you said I did/ Said you wanted to be with me when I made it big/ But when I release my single, I'm single and I'm solo/ And don't come runnin back to me cuz thats gone be a no-no/ You hit me wit a low-blow, wait til I'm in need/ To say it wasn't work'n out and you gotta leave/ But I believe, out of sight, out of mind is whats wrong/ Soon as you see me, you runnin back to my arms/ But my arms is closed, no warm reception/ Ain't no come'n back this time, get to step'n/ My heart is my weapon, you broke it and you knew it/ you blew it, love..........what the fuck that got to do wit it/

Let a nigga be free sometimes/ Why can't I just rhyme and be me sometimes/ Stereotypes, got me do'n time in jail/ Brought up to raise hell, had me do'n 3 in a cell/ Believe me when I tell niggaz my life was ruff/ And the only way I escaped was write'n stuff/ Rather it was schoolwork, raps, or write'n books/ Had to make it out, fuck how much time it took/ But the line from citizen to crook, I done crossed it/ My mind, I done lost it/ One chance from the time of nine, I done tossed it/ Damn I'm exhausted, deal'n with these skeletons thats locked in the closet/ the gameplan I had designed, it imploded/ Life gave me a chance and turned around and stole it/ I asked for it back, it turned around and sold it/ Now I'm blazed out, black, burnt, and scolded/ Hold it, I'm not thru wit you yet/ I'm not thru fuck'n move'n units wit my crew yet/ Keep'n my cool, calm and collect/ See me zoned out when I bomb ya set/ Then I blast the tech, I'm a bastard yes/ "Haven't I learned my lesson?", the answer's guess/ I passed the test, 3.7 on the average/ so much potential, yet I still scavenge/ I'm look'n for some leverage, to boost my feedback/ A streetcat, but I still need a place to sleep at/ And eat at, a place to call home/ streets is just a place for a dog to roam/ Just a place, for a dog to get a bone/ A place to play wit his chrome/

Alot of niggas thugs over tracks/ But when beef pop off, you niggas rather run than attack/ While the real niggas hug'n their gats/ Ride'n 22 in Detroit with the snub on their lap/ Long range scope got you plug'd from the back/ Got you see'n red like the blood from yo scalp/ Bitch niggas run, real niggas fight to the death/ We don't give a fuck if niggas wear a vest/ We don't aim for the chest, those maybe shots/ Maybe I'll kill'm, maybe not, we aim for the top/ Sick wit it, twist like a blunt and split wit it/ While you niggas stand'n mouths open take'n dicks wit it/ We load up the 3-5-7, 6 in it, no clips in it/ You finished nigga, it ain't no tricks in it/ Stop act'n bitch wit it/ Yo life ain't priceless, you iceless nigga get a job and stick wit it/

I gave you everything I had though it never was much/ All I needed was a ten spot to get me a dutch/ Couldn't find a good job, my color's my luck/ Didn't want to spend yo money so I stuck niggas up/ Ran up in niggas cribs, grip'n those thangs/ And you really didn't care cuz I was do'n my thang/ Long as I came home at night and boned you right/ Or at my niggas crib and I phoned at night/ I gave it to you good, sex wasn't an issue/ And even though we fought a couple times, I never hit you/ How many times did I try to break-up/ How many times did I say fuck it, came home to make up/ Cuz you would always cry and I couldn't stand to see it/ Made me out to be a bad man, I coulnd't be it/ Everytime you said please, I came back/ I'm the same cat just a little more laid back/ I gave you my heart and it feels like you used it/ I loved you..............but whats love got to do with it/

Days is long, nights is an eternity/ Thats why I smoke dro til the roaches be burn'n me/ Cops, they be learn'n my moves earn'n me felonies/ Seven on my sheet, parole officer be tail'n me/ But never will I ever be scared to do me/ They say,"Tone you conceited", nah, who me/ Naw not me, thats Stuup/ He the grimy nigga, conive'n and throw'n niggas for loops/ But we are one in the same, we had the same judge/ When he sentenced us to 3 years, neither one of us budged/ So yeah, I guess I am kind of arrogant/ Real niggas do what they want, you do what you can, you a manaquin/ Niggas like,"Aww, here he go with that again/ Damn right, you lucky I don't hit you with the heat and leave ya brains like gelatin/ But I don't wanna speak heat right now/ I wanna speak truth of what I see right now/ The industry is soft, kind of sweet right now/ Even though niggas front'n like they street right now/ Yall niggas funny, see me laugh'n and shit/ Cuz I see you in ya video dance'n and shit/ Snap'n, what happen to ya image/ Yung Joc only gangsta in his bathroom mirror/ lean'n and rock'n/ My right hand lean and rock niggas with a beam and a glock in it/ And fuck Beanie Sigel/ My girl chicana so I eat niggas like beans fa dinna/ Lunch too, and breakfast in the winter/ I'm broke, I ain't got enough money to make a demo/ I'm 173 and 6 feet/ If my calculations are correct, thats about 2 servings of pig feet/ And yall niggas eat'n off of bullshit singles/ Eat'n steak and lobster, I can't afford pringles/

I really hate niggas who turn bitch in an instant/ those the type of niggas I try to keep at a distance/ For instance, I know a nigga who hail from flint/ Owed money, couldn't pay, got slapped like a bitch/ Turned around, took off in a full on sprint/ Niggas like him I can't be seen with/ Cuz I'm the type of nigga whose nuts is all brass/ Pass on the gossip, but knuckle up fast/ Never ran from beef, I love meat/ Fry it up and serve it with a side of heat/ Pride is deep so its hard to back down/ If I do count to ten, and I'll be back round/ with a glock in my fist and some extra rounds/ mug tow up ready to straight det you clowns/ See, I need niggas like that to roll with/ I'm on parole shit so the heat you hold it/ no problem, matta fact, gimme back the revolva/ I gotta keep strap'd up, the streets is call'n/ No gat then I'm brawl'n, the last one fall'n/ Big balls, texas hold'em and I'm all in/ But you niggas try to ease on back/ Stay out the spotlight cuz the G's gat a strap/ Please get loud cuz with ease I attack/ sip'n yac smoke'n with a pile of weed on my lap/ Now see, sometimes I'm laid back and relax/ Except when its beef, I'm in the hood like crack/ You, you call the cops somethin serious/ It's not that I don't like you, I hate you period/