<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473910166729544671</id><updated>2011-08-22T08:15:16.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loyalty Over Love</title><subtitle type='html'>Fly as F***, F*** a Fresh, Fly and Flashy, Forever a Family, F*** all feelings... 
this is my team of real niggas i put together over the years-- each of em like brothers 2 me, and unique w/ da swagg as well as the way they spit bars... "if u a gud leader, you'll have gud followers" (Big Meech BMF)
if u open-minded, i can lend u the eyes of a real nigga.. i promise you'll see a whole new world...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirty6oz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473910166729544671/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirty6oz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>thirty6oz Fly As F***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802108377856388646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3dotHssoJQ8/TO2V9ovq5-I/AAAAAAAAAAg/NevzZtM0tC0/S220/61707_429850093308_526083308_5122721_3459802_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473910166729544671.post-2665645828227662954</id><published>2010-11-24T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T18:17:09.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"pain hurts like a cut from a beautiful knife..." #unforgettable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3dotHssoJQ8/TO3BlrsgVWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UZRxU4zOzt0/s1600/44318_153084821371432_100000097455911_471495_7237904_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3dotHssoJQ8/TO3BlrsgVWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UZRxU4zOzt0/s320/44318_153084821371432_100000097455911_471495_7237904_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my OG told me never run back, never show too much feelings.. i should've hid my feelings cuz now i wouldn't feel robbed. It's one thing 2 say u love sumbody, but it's another 2 prove it. I ain't goin' into too much detail about this one cuz i'm 2 the point of wud we call "rapped out." Just know, for this girl, I've already done the #unthinkable. To this day she thinks we were equal in effort &amp;amp; that is why we could never be acquaintances. But i lost my taste 4 love b/c a girl that i invested time into for 2 years, ended up in another man's bed in less than a week, and in lust w/ a WHOLE other man in less than a month.. we both lusted beyond eachother, but i got the chance 2 make it up.. after doing so, we made a turning point, &amp;amp; she lusted. but i ain't have it in me 2 let her make it up cuz i was ALWAYS getting scrutinized 4 my mistakes up until then! Females are so selfish, naive, and unstable.. ain't really no more relationships 4 me anymore, unless da bxtch is #amazing.. i won't even commit if she's anything less! i know this deep, down in my heart. But my fear isn't staying single 4 a lifetime. My fear is that females have let themselves go so far that there aren't many who respect themselves enuff. I truly enjoyed this pain b/c it taught me so much.. but sorry Rhianna, i don't like the way anyone lies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me u love me, but u don't want me back and u can't leave me alone. You wonder why we can't be acquaintances. Real niggas can admit their mistakes &amp;amp; keep it pushing.. i did my dirt, i made u suffer, then i tried 2 make it better.. i didn't put in all that work, make all those sacrifices, explain all those times, &amp;amp; put up w/ your other flaws 2 be betrayed by the one thing u knew i couldn't tolerate.. now let me be free... Promise i'll never do it again, that's y i won't commit unless i truly feel she's WORTH the trouble. Until then, i'm single swaggin'. 4 all the females who call all niggas dogs, and 2 say all niggas ain't real, i want ya'll 2 beat her ass if u see her cuz she fxccin' everything up EVEN MORE. ppl who take ppl like me 4 granted need their ass beat, they spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3dotHssoJQ8/TO3Biro_yZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Cl1VySveXmI/s1600/44867_153143674698880_100000097455911_471798_422487_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3dotHssoJQ8/TO3Biro_yZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Cl1VySveXmI/s400/44867_153143674698880_100000097455911_471798_422487_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473910166729544671-2665645828227662954?l=thirty6oz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473910166729544671/posts/default/2665645828227662954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473910166729544671/posts/default/2665645828227662954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirty6oz.blogspot.com/2010/11/pain-hurts-like-cut-from-beautiful.html' title='&quot;pain hurts like a cut from a beautiful knife...&quot; #unforgettable'/><author><name>thirty6oz Fly As F***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802108377856388646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3dotHssoJQ8/TO2V9ovq5-I/AAAAAAAAAAg/NevzZtM0tC0/S220/61707_429850093308_526083308_5122721_3459802_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3dotHssoJQ8/TO3BlrsgVWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UZRxU4zOzt0/s72-c/44318_153084821371432_100000097455911_471495_7237904_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473910166729544671.post-6488637967383666409</id><published>2010-11-24T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T18:29:00.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'ma dedicate dis one 2 my nigga B.. Rest in Peace #westside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3dotHssoJQ8/TO28apXqN_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/JEneBC-1EYM/s1600/bacc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3dotHssoJQ8/TO28apXqN_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/JEneBC-1EYM/s400/bacc.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After i graduated, the summer of '09 was my return 2 my stomping grounds: #westside St. Louis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;California was bomb, but it ain't got shxt on my city-- them smoke sessions, missions, hoods, parties, fashion, trends, slang, etc. it's all something i'm used 2. In Cali they got their own shxt and to each it's own, but I can't get with all of their trends. I couldn't wait 2 get back home 2 my real friends. I started off talking to Reggie, but after upgrading, I reunited with my nigga B.. 2 catch up &amp;amp; take over the west. Bruh was on his shxt too, baby ku$h was goin' fast.. but on the night b4 Halloween, was the last night i saw my westhead.. who would've known it would've really been my last! Rumors tell that another classmate from our old hiskool was "playing" with Brian's pistol or supposedly trying 2 get the bullets out.. but there's one big flaw in that story-- the whole time it was aimed at his chest? I also hear that his body was found with just the id and nothing else.. but me knowing my nigga after he left my spot, he was missing 2 types of green... #friendsturnintobusters &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5/14/1990 - 10/30/2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Rest in peace Fly boy, yea that was my boy, wait 4 me in the sky boy..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3dotHssoJQ8/TO2zOk4SKaI/AAAAAAAAACs/GyIc4EvdlX8/s1600/Sade+edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3dotHssoJQ8/TO2zOk4SKaI/AAAAAAAAACs/GyIc4EvdlX8/s1600/Sade+edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Conclusion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know they say that when u die, eventually u are forgotten, but this person is #unforgettable... my goon was a true friend, and that's actually saying a lot (considering how scarce those are now days). Throughout highskool, i made a few friends &amp;amp; alotta frenemies. Never knew friends could be so fake, until sumbody showed me what a real friend was-- Someone who NEVER switched up on u, judged u, and always helped u (even if it was their last).. that is a true friend... From the funeral alone, I found out that my nigga took his girlfriend 2 church and got her baptized, and was closer 2 God than anyone ever knew, because usually christians try 2 FORCE their religion on u.. What kind of person gets up everyday and goes job hunting with a smile on their face no matter how much they get rejected? All my nigga did was try 2 get it, that's y we came 2 the point we're at.. but i learned so much from this loss, but it hurts more than anything 2 know the realest nigga i ever knew got taken from me so early. I take it that God gave us Brian as an example of a role model, and took him away so that we can change our dark ways and all become better friends. It taught me how 2 appreciate what I have now, even tho it hurts 2 drive past my homie crib right around the corner. Words couldn't explain the pain i feel from this tragedy, i just know i pray everyday and tell God that we miss u...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3dotHssoJQ8/TO27cgC9ufI/AAAAAAAAACw/pmM_Fx8mXUk/s1600/10845_164076053308_526083308_2820255_4668273_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3dotHssoJQ8/TO27cgC9ufI/AAAAAAAAACw/pmM_Fx8mXUk/s1600/10845_164076053308_526083308_2820255_4668273_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3dotHssoJQ8/TO27cgC9ufI/AAAAAAAAACw/pmM_Fx8mXUk/s400/10845_164076053308_526083308_2820255_4668273_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;they told me "Get it together Lo!".. i'm trying! outta all the niggas 2 go, why Brian?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i swear i blew my own brains out until i found a better understanding..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but now i'ma always go hard 4 my niggas... #nowplaying T.i. - Live In the Sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473910166729544671-6488637967383666409?l=thirty6oz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473910166729544671/posts/default/6488637967383666409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473910166729544671/posts/default/6488637967383666409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirty6oz.blogspot.com/2010/11/ima-dedicate-dis-one-2-my-nigga-b-rest.html' title='i&apos;ma dedicate dis one 2 my nigga B.. Rest in Peace #westside'/><author><name>thirty6oz Fly As F***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00802108377856388646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3dotHssoJQ8/TO2V9ovq5-I/AAAAAAAAAAg/NevzZtM0tC0/S220/61707_429850093308_526083308_5122721_3459802_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3dotHssoJQ8/TO28apXqN_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/JEneBC-1EYM/s72-c/bacc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
