StraTegy3 Bitthday is comin up and what do I want?? Money? Pu$$y? Remy V.S.O.P.? Clothes? New Car? No...Love... - January 06, 2010 add/view comments (0)

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This is Von Strategy Lucas, expect greatness. Im the best at what ever, Its up to you 2 bring it out of me cause I got everything I need. I got money, I got family, I get love when Im in the streets. Whatever hood, suburb, rural area, etc. Im not lookin for digital Love (Dont hit me up talking bout Im horny wat u doin) If u wanna %#&@$! slide me the digits if your conversation good we can go from there (I cant stand smashin bird brains) Which brings us to the question of Y we here...

Simple, I love people. Yall the reason y I do this. Yall the reason Y I Hustle. Yall the reason I made something out of nothing. Cause I love U...

I love women, Im not lookin for a girl. I love money more. However money comes and goes It has no value to me (I throw bread aroun to turn pigeons on). I value friendships...

Laid back, brutally honest, trust worthy relationships is wat I do. If we supposed 2 be friends we'll touch base sooner or later. Til then holla, Be safe, Be Blessed...


I love the Lord,
But sometimes it's like that I love me more
I love the peace
And I love the war
I love the seas
and I love the shore
No love for no beach
baby, that's loyal
But she doesn't see, therefore I spoil
I trip, I fall
run up and brawl.
I love her, with all my heart
Every vein, every vessel,
every bullet lodged
With every flower that I ever took apart
She said - that she would give me greatness,
status, placement above the others
My face would grace covers
of the magazines of the hustlers
Paper, the likes of which that I had never seen
Her eyes glow green with the logo of our dreams
The purpose of our scene,
The obscene obsession for the bling
She would be my queen,
I could be her king
Together, she would make me cool
and we would both rule, forever,
And I would never feel pain
and never be without pleasure, ever, again
And if the rain stops,
And everything's dry
she would cry
Just so I can drink the tears from her eyes
She'll teach me how to fly
Even cushion my fall
If my engines ever stall
and I plummet from the sky
But she will keep me high
And if I ever die
She would comission my image on her bosom
To hum
Or maybe she'd retire as well
A match made in Heaven set the fires in Hell
and I'll be...

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