Taco Bell comes out with this lame video and asks Fiddy to change his name for a day. They were gonna donate $10,000 to a charity for him to do nothing.

Little bitch says no and now is suing for like 4 Million. WTF? Suing for what? 50 aint gangsta. He sounds retarded when he raps, He sold out for vitamin water, and know wants sue Taco Bell? A real G would just shootup a few Taco Bells or some shit.

I'ma go have a chalupa and gets some white widow to smoke some White Widow with me.

Peace.

Fuck Rick Ross!

That fake ass muthafucka was a correctional officer! I'm telling yall, every rapper out right now is fake. Take it from a real G. Just like I said on Arsenio, they all Studio Gangsters. Check out this link:

Click for proof

Dude's real name is Billy Roberts...GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE MAN! Fugazi ass, suge night lookin muthafucka.

OG Court Handling

I've been on vacation for a while. Hopefully the papparazi don't post those pics of me at the beach in Honalulu. Can't a guy let his gut hang a bit while wearing cargo shorts and sipping margaritas? Damn!

Anyways, I'm back in the continental US thanks to this guy. This is how you handle your business in court. I'm posting bail for this fool as we speak. He' ruthless and my Gangster of the Year.

I'm big in Iraq

Huessin was a huge fan. He even put me in their National Museum!
http://www.baghdadmuseum.org/posters/i1768053_Eazy_E.html

That's probably why I get so much fan mail from kids in Iraq.

Nas' Bitch Move

"Straight of the streets of Muthafuckin' Compton.
It's the downest nigga I know,
Eazy Muthafuckin' Me."

Did you hear that Nas changed his album title to Untitled? What a bitch. He got shook. Afraid that Best Buy or Target or somebody wouldn't carry his album. Weak move, Nasir (if that is your real name.) This aint the first time I've had beef with Nas.

First time was when this NY bitch started saying that Hip Hop is Dead. Muthafucka how would you know? You had one good album now you actin like some OG that's got a fuckin' say. Nasir Jones, sit down and shut up. I don't know what's going on in NY, but over here in CA, shit is raw from Nor Cal to Crenshaw.

I used to have mad respect for Nas. I let that Rap is Dead shit slide after a good fuck. I had this bitch suck my dick up til she hiccuped ya know? Then I sparked a fat splif and moved on. Now Nas J is actin' all scared and shit. Damn, makes me want to come outta retirement sometimes to show these douche drinking cunt muscles how it's done. I mean, he's got production from Germs Dupri, Marky Ronson, and will.im.not . This cat aint gettin 5 mics from The Source anymore. He sold out like Jay-Z TO Jay-Z!

Nas, you wanna talk about Hip Hop dying? Your boss Gay-Z was the one who started the decline. Hard Knock Life ring a bell? The bitch was rapping over a musical! Muthafuckin' Annie aint no rap beat. New York's home to Broadway, Sex in the City, and a bunch of soft ass rappers. Yo Nas, you can keep your NY State of Mind.

MuthaFuck Jay,
MuthaFuck Nas,
MuthaFuck Def Jam, Yo
And here comes my left blow.

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Paper, Plastic, or Latex?

Yeahhhhhh.

So I go to the corner store cuz I'm outta jimmie hats and I could use a 40 while I'm at it, but wouldn't you know the store was closed up? Seems Ray-Dawg and his boys ran up in there last night and robbed the joint, AGAIN, but this time they popped a cap in ol' man Wing Chun or whatever the fuck his name was.

So, that leaves Eazy no choice but to go to the grocery store.

I roll up in the store around quarter to 12 and my ass don't get out till 1:15.

Why?

Cuz you know how Eazy does it...

I get the condoms (the big Magnum shits cuz you know how I roll), and head toward the aisle with the beer and 40s and shit, and I see this fine ass ho bending over to get somethin' outta the freezer. I roll up on her, and I say, "Baby, lemme help you with that..." She turns and smiles as I pick up her 6 pack of whatever the fuck it was, and she's all, "Thanks playa..." I look her up and down, she gots body for days son. I mean, her ass was the kind you could serve a meal on, and them titties were like two African gazelles bumpin' heads like on Animal Planet or somethin'...

So I said to her, "Now that I helped you with that, you should help me with this," holding up the box of condoms, and I gesture to the store room behind us. She's with it, and the next thing you know she's givin' me head behind the crates of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese (or is it Cheese and Macaroni? Never remember that shit...) Anyway, Eazy decides enough with the head, and I bend her over the forklift seat and tear that ass up. When we're done, she got this look on her face like, "Where the fuck did that come from?" I just smile and say, "That's how Eazy does it."

I take the condoms and the 40 up to the register to pay for it, and the check out bitch is wondering why the box is open. I smirk at her, then say, "Why don't you come by my crib 'round 2 and I'll show you somethin' else..." She looks around real quick, then nods and gives me that girlish giggle that tells me she wants it too. I give her the address and roll out, hop online to type this shit and...hold up, that's her knockin' now. Early...I love an anxious bitch...

Eazy's 'bout to do it again.