WHAT THE F*CK?

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Back down memory lane...

Every now & then we should all take the time out to just look back at our lives & reflect. The other day I did exactly that. I went back and looked at pics on Facebook from hella years ago. They represent different times in my to the point just seeing them made me relive alotta classic memories. Anyways... Here's a couple for your viewing pleasure... Haha... (pics arranged from most recent to old as hell, even thought they all old)

How Fly Am I?

I been fuckin w/ Curren$y since the Young Money days, & even moreso after. His whole slew of tapes last summer was inspirational & he continues to deliver slams for the people. Recently, he partnered w/ Wiz Khalifa forming a Cheech & Chong esque duo to drop How Fly. I didn't real fuck w/ Wiz at first, but now I see he's a regular young dank smokin rap nigga who got his own lil lane. Here's a decent promo video they dropped before the mixtape came out...

Up early...

I been up since 8 this mornin handlin business. Even before Walking Canvas my lifestyle was Business Over Pleasure & it will always be. I'm not gon sass niggas on this public forum, but today's events thus far have been thoroughly sass worthy. I can't be mad though. its been times where I was the weak link & my brothers from others (Ayo, & Marcus)continued to hold me down. So in this situation I shall do the same... Word To The W hoe!

So much in a name...

I just noticed that I've labeled a lot of post w/ "Just P", however my name is "Just Pay". The nigga that truely owns the namesake "Just P" is one of my big homies, known him for years, & he's a real nigga. In my youth I looked up to the nigga under the legendary act. For that reason I felt the need to clear this shit up. I don't wanna cause no questions as to whether I'm tryna ride that brother's wave. Further posts will be titled correctly.



Shoutout to The Real Just P, he'll be home soon...

High Bidness...Dats My Bidness

Sometimes we all need 2 kick back for some relaxing, herbal medicinal meditation.





The video is self-explanatory....and I beat Ayo to the punch.

It's A Recession...Christmas

Some of you out ther may have lost faith in the Mighty Dip-Set...I Haven't. Despite them breakin into Byrd Gang, Skull Gang, and Cam wit the Bottom Of The Pussyhole Gang, they still got juice wit me and the rest of the true listeners. Jim Jones newest release is the holiday-themed Bad Santa mixtape, and this is a track off that joint dubbed "Feliz Navidad".
Listen hard at some inspirational, if not profound words from the Capo himself.

Just P: The First Nigga To Blog From A Cell...

If you're my friend on facebook you may have read my status and wondered was I bullshittin about bein in jail. Well I'm not, and I'm sittin in cold dirty ass cell as I type this. Before I give this brief dissertation, let me clarify two things. 1) I AM NOT A "CRIMINAL", THOUGH I HAVE BEEN CHARGED BUT NOT CONVICTED OF A "CRIME".
2) THE ONLY REASON I'M ABLE TO BE SITTING HERE USING MY CELLY TO POST ON MY BLOG IS BECAUSE OF HOW "SWEET" (NOT MEANING NICE) THE POLICE ARE IN CARBONDALE.
Now that I've got that out of the way I can tell you the story. Long story short, bullshit case...missed court Tuesday...pigs at my door this mornin, brought me in...bond 500...waitin on paperwork as I type this. The ridiculous thing is that this I going 2 bring me to a total of 870 bucks spent on just bonding out for this weak ass case. Needless to say, I'm heated. Not only do they make you pay outrageous amounts for petty bonds, you can only pay cash. (NO ATM IN THE COUNTY JAIL EITHER) Meaning that I had to have a mufucka front me bread and wire it so I can get out this jam. But wait there's more. I gotta pay a processing fee to these mufuckas for lockin me up as if they did me a favor by giving me an early-morning handcuff wake-up. Then to add insult to incarceration I gotta pay some fake ass bondsman (NO BAIL BONDSMANS IN ILLINOIS) to come bring me my ends. I aint sassin him buz he's helpin me get free and getting money while doin it, but he's just so unnecessary when the 16-digit number on da card in my wallet could've freed me instantly had the Jackson County jail system even been geared for this century. On another note this is the last friday of the school semester so yall gotta know Ima go hard when I get out dis shithole.