the shiznit

From Label Founder Leah McSweeney

Married to the Mob was conceptualized on a hot sticky New York City day in summer 2004. Sitting on her stoop on Spring Street and working on her second to-go Margarita, it dawned on label founder Leah that while there were tons of great street brands for guys, there was virtually no version out there for females. Thus the concept for MOB was born: A streetwear label designed for women and by women. Growing up in a city like New York, you're only as good as the crew that you run with and the name of the label is Leah's tribute to the "Most Official Bitches," who through the ups and downs and highs and lows never failed to have her back. Design inspiration for the label is literally up from the streets of New York and its clubs, secret hang-out spots and smoke-filled parties, making MOB equal parts chic, smart-mouthed, and definitely not-to-be-messed with. No doubt it's all New York attitude, but in the four years since it was founded, the MOB label has found female fans all over the globe who can identify with its street smarts. Love MOB, hate it, stalk its every move, it inspires opinions because more than just a clothing label, it's a lifestyle that speaks to style-confident females everywhere. Whether a MOB tee, string bikini, blog or photo shoot, everything has the MOB crew's attitude, charm and appeal stamped all over it.

(The Shiznit Approved! I love the message behind the clothing line.)

TEYANA TAYLOR IS AN RECORDING ARTIST UNDER STAR TRAK LABEL &

IS ALSO A MODEL FOR MARRIED TO THE MOB LINE CHECK IT OUT!

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I come across so many different lifestyles and people, that it's hard not to ignore....
So i decided to make a blog on all things that are the shiznit meaning: (the shit! all things that are cool, interesting and weird but that i like).

THE SHIZNIT IS Nicki Minaj A.K.A THE HARAJUKU BARBIE! SHE IS THE FIRST FEMALE ENTERTAINER OF YOUNG MONEY UNDER LIL WAYNE.

I LOVE HER STYLE ,LYRICS, AND SWAGGER.

ONE OF THE SONGS I LIKE FROM MIXTAPE BEAM ME UP SCOTTY IS "GO HARD"

HERE ARE THE LYRICS:

[Nicki Talking]
Yo, SB. I think it’s my time…You know why? My tears have dried,And I know that no weapon formedAgainst me will prosper. And I trulyBelieve that my haters are my motivators.Young Money.
[Chorus]
If you could you would get rid of me,Fuck you gone do when a bitch try to go hard?But I won’t let you get to me (to me)You should already figure I’ma go hard.If you was as real as me you would neverLet another girl sit in yo throne.I done put the choke hold on nowThey screamin, “Nicki leave me alone!”I am, I’m Still the one to beat.Ain’t in a rush for mainstreamI am the streets. I am gettin it in until the endI gotta go, GO, gooo, GO HARD!
[Verse 1 - Nicki]
Gotta go, lemme get the car key, you don’t want it with the Harajuku BarbieKeep a marquis, everything sparkly (man man down! ) hit em on a walkie-talkie.Hit em, hit em knock-knock, tell em let me in. my name ring bells bitch buzz me inAnd I only stop for pedestrians, or real real bad lesbian.Hit em wit the Mac, hit em wit the Tec 9, hit em wit the Ruger by the intersect sign. hit em wit a Tommy so my niggas call me Pammy and I always the jammy in the trunk or in the lambyPut my whole burrough on my back and I’m gooda, I don’t wanna hear what you would, what you couldaI represent all the girls that stood up, used to drink water wit a little bit of sugar.Now I’m in the gym with my squats and my sit-ups, doin the scissor-leg on the mat wit my foot up.Young black pin-up, all of my bitches did up, now I’m tellin LA Reid to step his bid up.And I’m tellin President Carter he picked a winner, bitches like nelly and kelly got a dilemmaThese birds all fly south in the winter, fuck I look like chompin on a chicken dinner?You can hate me, but why knock my hustle; I’ma be a queen no matter how they shuffleSkirts with the ruffle, louis on the duffle. I’m a bad bitch no muzzle. (no muzzle).Bitches is softer than Al Dente, cut from a different kentae. tell em I’m the ninja,Weezy is my sensei. so I call him Splinter, faster than a sprinter. gimme my chopsticksI’ll have the rap bitches for dinner.This is for my gentlemen in button-ups and khakisThis is for my nigga 7-up in CastakiThis is for my niggas wheelying them KawasakisShout out to the vakiees salt fish ackeeskisses is to my fans, unless I’m feeling kinda cocky.Winter Wonderland is on my hand, it’s kinda rocky.I am Nicki, Minaj or Lewinski.Pumps on the clutch, right hand on the six-speed.Write my own raps I gotta go, I gotta get me (gotta get me.)OOhhh!
[Chorus]
If you could you would get rid of me,Fuck you gone do when a bitch try to go hard?But I won’t let you get to me (to me)You should already figure I’ma go hard.If you was as real as me you would neverLet another girl sit in yo throne.I done put the choke on nowThey screamin, “Nicki leave me alone!”I am, I will, I gots to win.I’m still lookin around for myCom-pe-tition. I am gettin it in until the endI gotta go, GO, gooo, GO HARD!
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
From slap-and-cry you start to die, so I must go harder.Gotta make these bitches know me just like Bobby know water.Better yet, like Bubba, know shrimp. but he don’t say shitWhen the gun on his lip, and I don’t say shit put the gunOn my hip. so I don’t say shit but the gun on my hip.If you don’t wanna drown don’t come on my shipCheck how them bitches just run on my dickAnd me, I’m nasty as a son-of-a-bitch.I still got that bitch cum on my lipsIf yee ain got money, don’t come on my stripAnd if ya got money, don’t come on my stripI wear that metal, no olympic, but I can stillMake you tumble and flipYou fuckin wit me if you fuckin wit NickThey ain’t fuckin wit me ,they ain’t fuckin wit NickYour girlfriend her decision is splitCuz she wanna fuck me and she wanna fuck NickThey wonder if he be fuckin Nick, as long as she be fuckin richThat’s why I keep my luggage cuz, I swear yall a fuckin trip.Young Money Dungeon, bitch. my swagger just punching bitchAnd I shoot like I’m from over-seas, so call my gun, “Gunovich”Weezy F. Baby and the “F” is for a bunch of shitRed drank, blue pill, white dustYes I love my country bitch.
(Wayne: yeah!… guitar.)
[Chorus]
Wish you could get rid of Young Money,Fuck you gone do when a bitch try to go hard?But I won’t let you get to me (to me)You should already figure I’ma go hard.If you was as real as me you would neverLet another girl sit in yo throne.I done put the choke on nowThey screamin, “Nicki leave me alone!”I am, I will, I gots to win.I’m still lookin around for myCom-pe-tition. I am gettin it in until the endI gotta go, GO, gooo, GO HARD!

JUST CRAZY LYRICS!!!!

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