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Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Lyrics to the song How Come By Point One From The album Married written By Justin D. Myers Jango and datpiff.com

" how come"

i cant get a government job

i got people looking at me lyke i hustle an rob

"how come"

it's so hard so i cant feed the kids

these food stamps dont help and the wic aint shit

"how come"

i go to college and i have 2 jobs

but i cant get a loan or a credit card

"how come"

all the police, know my name

but they dont want to support or here shit i say

"how come"

i have to grynd just to pay the rent

feed myself, dress the young, and pay the phone bill pimp

"how come"

i make that , minimum wage

doing whatever i gotta do so, a playa can get payed

im a hustla from back in the old days

sippin yac, old E, on the corner

with blaze fire, we smoke weed

get fucked up, do any thing to get paper

im a hustla never a hater step in flyboogaters

yeah heard what i say

and your girl loves me

i spread game shit from the back

been ------pen--ten---tree

but i dont love it, dont lease shit

and how come they wont just

let me out

they say they overcrowed

but they kept me in

-echo-

"goodnight all you boys n girls"

"layen in your beds all around the world"

wether its

4 in the morning

and theres nobody yawning

see were just tryin, close your eyes

count the sheep, close your lids dont, make a peep

but if ya-

see the mouse, let him creep , let him creep

watch him-

get his cheese

let him-

slide into his house

under-

neath the crib so he can go feed his mouth

the crew, and his boys

you know--,--how it is

we dont, have no toys

but we stays with a toaster

and im not speaking on the ones for the bread

talking bout the thang

that you load the bullets straight to your head

"booyach-booyach"

yeah thats the sound of that shawty

quick to rattle your body no night mares young homie

"how come"

i cant get a government job

i got , people lookin at me lyke im hustlen raw

"how come"

its so hard to get food for the kids

i cant get food stamps, and the wic aint shit

"how come"

im in college and i have two jobs

pluss i cant geta credit, or a f****on job

"howcome"

all the police know my name

but they dont want to support or hear shit i say

im a hustla, hustla, bat an gat cha

run bases,

under neath the black lights

and see all faces

see the lights on the freeway gliss'n

as im,

sittin in the limo

doing what i gotts to demo

bang, shit, ho---

ohh-,-i-,-do

and -,-i

ryde--slyde--past your base n say im fly

smoke a blunt -- under,neath the blue

and beautifull black sky as i

prey to god

im ---a

"hustla,-hustla"

"busta,-busta"

you could nair not dare ever come n fuck me

(pause for beat)1sec

"goodnight" x 6

"how come"

i cant get a government job

i got people looking at me lyke im hustl'n raw

"how come"

its so hard to get food for the kids

these food stamps dont help,--and the wic aint shit

"booyach--booyach"

thats the sound of the shawty

quick to rattle your body

no night mares young home--y

"good night all you boys n girls"

" laying in your beds all around the world"

"wether its"

"4 in the morning and theres nobody yawning"

"see we just try'n close are eyes"

"count the sheep--, close your lids"

"dont make a peep"

"but if ya"

"see the mouse--let him creep,--let him creep"

"watch him---"

"get his cheese,--let him slide into his house"

"under"--neath the crib , so he can go and feed his mouth

"the crew,-- and his boys"

"you know,-- how it is"

"we dont have no toys"

"but he stays -with a toaster"

"and im not speakin on the one for the bread"

"talkin bout the thang that loads the bullets for ya head"

"booyach--booyach"

yeah thats the sound of the shawty

quick to rattle your bodys

of them hype mares homie!!

"how come"

wit jip jybe

-------End-------

Lyricks to the song we be out there by Point One from the album Married written by Justin D. Myers---Jango and Datpiff.com

we be out there stackin' green

scaling cavy out on tripple beams

nothing in this lyfe is what it seem's

coke zone's weigh digitally

-at least im real though-

never been the nigga to boast but break bitches

lie not me - sorry - ya left with hurt feeling

i was raised to be made willing

showed how to make a killing

then right before pimping

moved straight on to dealing

this-

music's in my blood

just lyke the girl's that i love

light her up, take a puff

exhale the smoke from my lungs

this a hustla stays vicious

as the revenue comes

pluss im still on parole

and ive been on the run

seen the bubble of the jar

and kept my hand on the gun

he was taught by the sharks to eat the guppies that come

im a winner not a loser

when i fall i get up

points ill lead you

i dont follow learn to get off my nutts

ill cook it once

ill do it twice

and ill do it again

ive allready payed my dues for this lyfe of sin

i was told from the begin

that nobodys givin shit

but im not down to take

and i have to feed the kids

"so i hustle"

"and i hustle"

"so i hustle"

"and i hustle"

yep

im out there in the cold

rain, sleet, hail, or snow

selling my cd's at the grocery store

i see cats passing me up

not giving a fuck!!!

all i need is a buck so points can get on the buss

i work hard everyday

pluss i struggle to servive

in the game tell i die

music's my 9 to 9

sittin down at this table lookin up at the grey sky

whyle i say god thank you

never gotta ask him why

i do things nice

cuz its how a nigga is

even though i notice carma never gave me shit!!

people lookin at me sideways

im just tryin to make a hit

doing what i love-

as im pushin out my gift

"so i hustle"

"and i hustle"

"so i hustle"

"and i hustle"

we be out there stackin' green

scaling cavy out on tripple beams

nothing in this lyfe is what it seem's

coke zone's weigh digitally

-at least im real though!!!

people want to turn me back into a dog

that izzm nigga dont give a fuck about all yall

who set yo ass in the rain

with no close and 1 thought

"if your cold fynd a trick with a car

and run thru raindrop's"

i love too much

& i hate to little

i'd wish i'd cry

just to heal my feelings

but i dont see it happening

so i stay rock cold

all i need is love

just to heal my sole

as i walk cross the street

to the liqour store

pick up another sweet

and begin to roll

i dont mean to look a fiend

but only 1 brings eaze

so im a blow out the smoke

in this air i breath

ask god for forgivness

steady count my green

wages of sin mean death

so im -r -i- p

look i still have to feed the k- i- dees

and you look at me as if im doing the wrong thing!!!

"ok"

i could be out there

selling dope to kids

but just lyke all yall i dont respect that shit

but im not the one to let my loved ones go starving

so---pussy, money, weed, drugs you can call me--

"i'm a hustla man"

"im a hustla man"

"im a"

"im a hustla man"

yep

we be out there stackin' green

scaling cavy out on tripple beams

nothing in this lyfe is what it seem's

coke zone's weigh digitally

-at least im real though

im telling you im a dog

i just dont give a fuck

lyke a pit bull snaps

eat you motha fucka's up

when people starve they'll do anything

im telling you that

so if my babys need to eat

im a go grab the gat

wash my hands of the blood

watch it go down the sink

grab the bleach

so there aint no evidence leaked

put on some new clothes

then burn the old ones up

then dissgard the ashes

feed um with corn to the ducks

and ryde to the store to get the family lunch

"im a hustla man"

i've held 3 jobs so i could pay the rent

and

sold omlets to lifers cuz im legit

i've sold drugs, pimped whores, stole cars

ascap,robbed stores

and im a two strike fellon

with not shit to lose

i go to school to prove

to all you motha fuckas that this nigga here is tru

fuck if you dont listn heres a middle finger too

from point one to you

and everbody you screwed

"i hustle"

we be out there stackin' green

scaling cavy out on tripple beams

nothing in this lyfe is what it seem's

coke zone's weigh digitally

-at least im real though

-------End-------

Lyrics to the song “2020 bonnie & clyde” from the album Married by Point One written By Justin D. Myers Jango and Datpiff.com

“its in the all black two door

bonnie & clyde

white vest no stress with a gun on the side

tommy dont lyke none of the stuff that you think in your mynd

so he thought he'd put a finger at ya

and blow it out right!!”

“the sherrifs comen left the dust from the horse that hes trailin

he heard two bodys on the floor in the saloon they were playing

pluss- the- bank got robbed

some-body pulled his card

must be the ohh 20 bonnie and clyde

so lets ryde!!”

“im in all black chucks ,black dickys, black beenee

windows pitch black tented

wipers on cant see me

its raining got the mud on the chaps

to match the blood on the spurrs

for contomplating her curves”

“ i love bonnie!!!”

“pour a glass of gim beem

take a seat, fold the first one

this last days vission, has si'gal on it hurtin

flurtin and not turnin, every night in my sleep i breeth,

steadally, try to procede

as i have ease in my dreams

i cant sleep its hard

the bullet gard, and the crome loaded

bonnie on my side”

"its daybreak shorty"!!!

“wake up-n-roll out-wipe off and- redress

redirect- before we ryde on lets have sex

a sweet kiss, sensual, summer, california mist

with a pinch of limon

for the liqur that we sip

and a hand full of dust on the pictures that sit

with the fire dimly lit

and this bear rug that we kick

tell we walk too the wip

got our guns on our hips

plot the nxt on the list

count the decibles we get”

"im a hustla baby"

“and shes a bad bitch!!!

this game is lyke chess

you can make it how you wish!!”

“ allys never showed love tell i blew thru um quick

so im not gonna stop, right on red, plead the 5th

sip a 5th burn a 8th sella tee

and count grip

im lyke clyde shootin pool on 3rd block and p kicks”

“losin up the tie, undo the cuff links in my hand

roll another sweet, crush the tree up, say damn!!!

i remember when i use too put my feet up in the sand

walk right across the tracks

to take me to another land”

“now im twenty five,and im still alive

serviving, thriving, sporting diomands

with these wemon on me tymless

thighless?

never that!!

bu'gotti and babyfat

baby girl knows how too handle that thick bad ass!!”

" im a hustla baby!!"

“put something new on it!! i have 40 seconds too spill entell im thru on it

nmp&a, a s c &p home boy im a be the next hated on thing

you can do it if you want home y

i be a banger and i let my hair swang shorty

from the tones that i hit, pluss the dick in yo bitch

im a hustla ahundred twenty 1 percent!!!!”

-------End-------

Lyrics to the song “was if I wish” From the album Married By Point One written By Justin D. Myers on Jango and Datpiff.com

(chorus)

“I'm on the beaches in the

Bahamas

with a bad bitch

baby girl said her name "was if i wish"

Marilyn- Monroe type

with thick thighs, and nice lips

perky pecan apple pussy

something give a nice kiss”

“lick your lips baby girl and let me see your world

aint your average, not that habit givin, livin type of squirrel

i'm not tryin to get a nut

its a race to climb the tree

you can come and ryde with me

have you safe on satin sheets”

"I'm- a -hustler"

“all i need is playa passion asking me why-

besides your so fly

and i just think i realized?

between the light n light eyes

weather hazel, blue or green eye

red if points might get a taste of that ass

pass the flute of champaign

pour up n have a blast

crack a smile on your face

as the waves crash we taste

strawberry's by the case

on shorelines by the fifth

with the watter at our feet

and our hands as we wish

-baby girl-

i don't mean to be rude to ya

but your a pretty gods perfection

can i move to ya

hypnotic how you got me on it

you flaunt it, but never pawn it”

“and me- point one's doing his thing

you looken good n them jeans

just like all the watter we seen

to leave us tropically--eased

in this person'a of a playa like p

-two piece-,still creased-, one tone

with the sun on the palm tree's

mist to ya nose”

“we see the candy shes blowin

light tangerine, no seeds or stem's

from banana leaf -we roll one g'in-

sorry-hustle- no sin

it's just this life that i live

so we cant stop it for shiv

and i aint slowing for shit--

-i'm a grinder bitch

and your slowing, down my bustle-

and this muscle that i got i wont let it weaken for nothin

by the pools- of san-dro-pay

we can play all day

sip'in aliz'e in the hallways

poppen Cabern'et”

-- "as i "--

“kiss you on your hand

to princess ring's on your finger

we got everything on credit or free

so no fever--

no worry

no problems

de- a- lema's been solved

since we walked through the bamboo gazee-bo that

--we on!”

“you a pretty field to play on- i'm here

first ta even odd's

secondary have you--taken off draw's

third i love but wont call-

so i got the camera off and its gone--

its amazing, how the light your eyes caught

when, it set on us all”

“leaving-- all in the dark”

“to forget feeling's

of romance and passion--- of which were both feeling”

“i'm just tryen to be that nigga you call on

or walk too—“

“mess with when tymes are resentful and hasty

"pay me"--"never"

for you i'm free, baby girl

your world, is my desire

with the passion it with holds

hold my hand, hear my lyrics

and ill take you too a land

where everything' is commit'ed

and your dreams are my command”

“or maybe a beautiful bomb shell in Tahiti

some one who sip's ripple

and comes straight out of bikinis

but i'm looking for a goddess/who resembles satisfaction

body, mynd ill trance you soon as you look in her direction”

“( and this muscle that i got, i wont let it weaken for nothin

( pluss this muscle that i got),

by the pools of san-dro-pay we can play all day sippin alize in the hallways poppen Cabernet-)”

--end--

Lyrics to the song "When Going To Jail Is Like a Coin Toss" By Point One/Justin D. Myers

Lyrics To the song When Going To Jail Is like a coin Toss By Point One on the album Married available on Jango and Datpiff.com

“Now have you ever been there for monthes,

Locked down in a trap,

The cell cold as dusk,

A penny thrown,

A penny pinched,

In my clutch,

With the double dutch blunts that I puff,

Imagine Cuz,

No Head’s Or Tail’s,

We will prevail ,

In this land of rap sale’s,

Police,

Snitche’s,

And ,

Jail,

Wont see me back in-less it’s two with A L,

Over murdering some buster over bail,

But ill never tell,

And I Wont fail,

On my street ethics,

Code loyalty to the block,

And all that come’s nextess,-------

Five-

Four—

Three---

Two---

One-

Play’a,

As im waying out fish scale, lyke a sky waiter,

Now step back,

Relax,

And pick up the Zig Zag,

The Purple sac Of Indo-------- Kush,

That we have,

And -------I,

Could—Be,

Your,------- hustler

Baby,-------

Just let me get out ,

Sex You cray---zy,

Im me,

And you can come N learn this

But Im not a push out any more than I wish,

That be off it,

You’d be trying to do this,

Sounding stupid Lyke a trick,

And Im not Tryin’ To laugh Kid,”

“-------So Tell Me,!!!!”

“Have you ever been there for years,

With the homies in the pin,

Sheddin Tatoo tears,

Sellin’ any thing you could get your hands on for grip,

Making cash off the food,

That you steal from the pig’s,

Correction,

Government D-O-C,

It really don’t mean a thing to me,

But M-O-N-E-

Why?,

Because Im Point’s the prince,

Who’s ,

Just try-in, Push out his gift,

Sit N List-in to him,

He might teach a couple things out a book,

That he read doing tyme in the JU-(OO)-G,

Whyle writing Lyrics and hook’s,

Or Poems for cash,

To basterds who cant,

Then have they girls pants wet as mynd’s,

Thinking a dat,

Introduction to the game,

As im lay-in um flat,

Aint had her put down nothing but my name on her back,

And it started with a P,

So shorty remember G,

Call me up in the street,

Meet me there then we meet,

In a burgundy black caprice bit-in,

Sit-in , on sunset,

Ryde-in down Malibu breeze with our tongs’ wet,

Sit down,

Lay back,

Im a touch Ya,

Nice fine Pretty self Girl,

Diamond Custard, -------“

“Im a take a spoon full,

Then I dream on it,

Wake up,

Go to the room,

To kiss your friends stomach,

That’s the life I have coming from the same Ive Lived,

Care less about the Kid,

Give me the stars and the gift,-------

So Tell Me-------,

Have you ever been there for monthes?

Locked down in a trap,

The cell cold as dusk,

A penny thrown,

A penny pinched,

In my clutch,

With the doubl dutch blunt,

That I puff,

Amagin

Cuz!!!!

In my clutch,

With the doubl dutch blunt,

That I puff,

Amagin

Cuz!!!!

Have you ever been there for monthes?

Locked down in a trap,

The cell cold as dusk,

A penny thrown,

A penny pinched,

In my clutch,

Amagin

Cuz!!!!

-------End-------

Sunday, June 5, 2011

"todays the fifth of june 2011"off top search justin david myers/caponedubbent

" just movin' , get that Gucci, seven elevens like this commercial artists's playground , I cant say i aint love the fact of all the prospects,key items,and venues to solicit myself.Im not even saying im anything but me, and for those who want to know , that "commercial" word - comes in, only because of 1 thing, that people put it out there to be sold, ... and im sorry it turns to that, because on the real everybody can have my music for free, and ill be the first to give it to you, but presently at this moment people in my life that i love seem to be happier if i do this, but i do want the World to know im not commercial, im just Me, and everything that comes with my life, thats just my lodge dishwasher salary, if you want to come ,, lets roll, if your cool you can ride, all women and children first, tell the boats get to max capacity" Justin D. Myers/Point One

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

"lyfe" as i sit today on may 31st 2011"

"may-i" " whats was i" dont never doubt me, im that nigga thats sexen your girl" Point one" Justin D myers