Everyday its Nikia's way

This blog ladies and gentlemen will be short sweet and to the point. Vengeance hath once again cast its warm smile upon the nigga you know as Nikia Jonez. This sort of thing only happens every once in a while, but PLEASE know this, I once heard somewhere that vengeance is not a straight line, or a curve, but a massacre of points intersecting and intertwining into once aother until he that is true to his aim stands alone and undefeated. With that, i must depart and deal with the shit storm. (And i aint talking umbrellas) Ya'll change you air filters regularly. Nikia J out.......

Manslaughter

Ok cadettes, i got news so i'm gonna tell it: I think that i'm on ferdinand's hit list. Like i walk in my house and he bails, so i go on about my nightly routine, a little beer, cigarette you know. Then i look and see that he has laced my indeed tasty newport with cyanide. At first i don't really think that much about it and proceed to take a fresh square out of my pack. When i go to open the microwave after heating up some of the lady's very tasty homemade lasagne, i see this wire sticking out of the side of our microwave and realize it was running to the light switch and was gonna zap me the second that i touched it. I starting adding 2 and 2 but the answer wasn't 4. I looked around and wondered if some crafty dirty ass ninja was trying to take a nigga out, but there was no way they would've slipped passed me like that. Mind still racing i began to think maybe i was just losing my fuckin cool and that maybe i should just go to bed. Then i saw the syringe, then the cat-nip. I knew immediatley what the fuck was going down in china town. I walked into the room and the whole gang was there, holiday, furio, kramer, but no ferdinand. I turn back towards the living room and found him "sleeping" in my chair. He gave me the crazy eye and simply began to go on about his business. I finally had to say something to his bitch ass, and all i said was nice try. I chilled for awhile longer and went to bed. When i woke up my vision was blurred and i was a little short of breath and there was the smell of plastic everywhere. All at once when i went to yawn my vision went super blurry and my breath seem to fill the room, i reached up to rub the sleep out of my eyes and get my mind right and what should i find but a plastic bag over my head. I had enough, i got up and found ferdinand sharpening his claws with a steel bastard file. He gave me the look, as did i, so i locked him in the closet and waited for his dt's to stop long enough to tell him he was gonna have to try a little harder to knock a nigga off the block that what he was. He just grinned his shit eating fox grin and went on about his business. So you heard it here first sports fans, if i happen to just go M.I.A. go the southside andfind that orange cool-aid motherfucker and give him the what's what. This has been a public service announcement paid for by dem niggas inc. ya'll stay fly, and floss on the reggie. N.j. out

You know you ghetto

(By Bishop Lamont)
U know u ghetto (don't be ashamed )
U ghettoU ghetto ( don't be ashamed )
U ghetto
U know
u ghetto
U know u ghetto when you got rats and roaches
With the fan in the window, front door wide open
U know u ghetto when u say "Ain't & Finna"
Change the channel with some pliers, got a hanger for a antenna
U know u ghetto eating chicken everyday
With color weave in your hair and you tricking for a pay
Gold teeth in your mouth
Out talking loud
And the car that you drive cost more than your house
U know u ghetto when your job is illegal
Live in the projects with furniture like rich people
U know u ghetto when you cook with lard
Only credit that you got is your food stamp card
U know u ghetto when you own section 8
Hair do's everyday, but you pay your bills late
Understand this song, get your jam on
And yo grandma whip you with whatever she get her hands on
U know u ghetto ( look at the way you walk)U ghetto ( c'mon, listen to how you talk)U ghetto ( look at the clothes you wear)U ghetto ( haa, look at that style of hair)U know u ghetto[Bishop]
U know u ghetto picking boogers and you flick 'em
And eat with your hands stead of washing 'em, you lick 'em
You don't know your daddy
And your hair nappy
People catch the Holy Ghost in church getting happy
U know u ghetto call the crib your house
Be at funerals screaming, fighting, then fall out
U know u ghetto selling clothes that you stole
And when you go out it's like a fashion show
U know u ghetto with a name like Shaniqua, Pookie, Red, and Peanut putting codes in your beeper
When you hear stuff, helicopter, city busSiren, trains, shots, straight out of the ice cream truck[chorus]
U know u ghetto only shop when there's a sale
Late everywhere you go with an excuse to tell
U know u ghetto when you pee outside
Catch bronchitis, get full and sleep tight
U know u ghetto when y'all stealing cable
Cussing and DJin on underground radio
Saying Yo' Mama jokes
Fighting on talk shows
Mattress against the wall
Ain't no frame, it's on the floor
U know u ghetto with dreads, plaits, and braidsWeave, colorful nails, afros, wraps, and waves
U ghetto, wont pay back money that you borrow
And wearing an outfit you gon' return tomorrow
U know u ghetto betting on a number
Using words like "Uhh-huh", "Naw", and "Uhh-uhh"
Stead of "Mom" you say "Ma", stead of "Dad" you say "Da"
You see nickel stores, bar-b-cue stands, and laundromats[chorus]
U know u ghetto punching ain't playing house right
Your kids bare foot playing outside
Eat food of the ground, say "God, bless the church"
Let your kids drink beer talking bout "It gives 'em worms"
U know u ghetto borrowing your friends clothes
Ran out of water supplies from people next door
U know u ghetto heat the house with the oven
And anybody famous from the hood your cousin
U know u ghetto cussing out your teacer
And when something happen your mama screaming "Lord Jesus!"
When you use street knowledge
Graduate from school and go to jail instead of college
U know u ghetto bar-b-cuein every holiday
Pizza man wont even deliver around your way
Where the gang hang out, cornerstore hang out
Mom's at the gas station begging for some change now