Young Jeezy’s ‘TM 103′ pushed back again

While the hip-hop world was relieved by the news that Jeezy's oft-delayed long-player TM 103: Hustlerz Ambition will actually see the light of day, it has now been announced that the has been pushed back once again. As Rap-Up points out, the LP will not arrive on September 20 and a new date has not been announced. Allay your grief and download his latest mixtape, The Real is Back 2, here.

By: Petar Kujundzic / News / September 10, 2011 / 1411 Views
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  • HarshReality

    oh how disappointing, i wont be able to snatch up young jeezy's next album, he's just so good it's not even fair, i can never get over all his mind blowing lyrics, oh wait...nevermind

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  • MYCbeats

    Isnt TM103 an item from the Pokemon games?

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  • http://twitter.com/abgohard1 ABGOHARD

    post dat blowjobs n bacon

  • Jay

    he's delaying the album so he can have more time playing Gears 3

  • MR BIGMANN

    I Tell You Tha Truth

    Tha real is back

    Real fake at that

    You may have cooked
    crack,

    made a couple of
    stackz

    But, a “G” in tha
    real streetz

    Fool you’re not that

    Rappin’ don’t make
    you real,

    jus because someone squeeze
    the trigger,

    don’t mean they’ll
    kill

    Loyalty is to die fo’

    I recognize you read
    that

    Now Duncan Blocc
    raised you

     Tha truth lies,

    you’re a fake image
    of the Gangsta Mac

    Real hood dwellerz in
    tha city don’t respect that

     

    I Tell You Tha Truth

    You rap clownz
    fabricate so many lies in tha booth

    You can shake the
    light,

    but fool you can’t
    shake tha truth

    Now you got DJ Drama
    shoutin out

    Pookie Loc(L.I.P.)
    name in tha booth

    “B” fo’ real

    Oh, I forgot you can’t
    “C” fo’ real

    One minute you don’t
    know tha Loccishmen

    Yet, when tha
    realitytruth

    Loyalty is to die fo’
    spoke on your fake sins

    Now it’s love for my
    love one again

    Your lyrics express
    you have no love jus loyalty

    Loyalty is to die fo’
    free versed

    Love is tha strength
    that bondz loyalty

    For those that run
    behind you,

     in tha real streetz that’z fake juice

    You know what’s up
    with me,

    it’s reputable on
    minez and real I define

    This is not a dis,

    jus tha blue blooded
    truth

    I Tell You Tha Truth

    You rap clownz
    fabricate so many lies in tha booth

    Sleezy this is tha
    real Gangsta Mac,

    Mu’Cunja Jungle is
    where gangbang rumbles enact

    Tha city helped you
    climb tha rap scene

    Now you’re emulating
    our Loccish image

    Your locness is
    blemished

    Tha Mac Town is hard
    liquor,

    very hard to swallow

    Your style is like a
    woman, who ass wallow

    Telling Luc Rugah to
    transcribe loccishably hardcore,

    due to tha Byrd Gang
    and more knoccin at your door

    You didn’t morph from
    tha gangbang,

    so it’s evident you
    don’t know how to loc-tain

    BloodRaw know you
    fake kick it,

    so he moved his plate

    Don’t insinuate your
    fame I hate

    This realitypoem was
    transcribed,

    so tha real street “G’z”
    can relate

    If it wasn’t for
    Pookie Loc (L.I.P.) demise

    this realitypoem
    wouldn’t have your heart skippin a beat

    My loccish brotha
    lost his life,

    being loyal to your
    beef

    Yet, you can’t see to
    it his youngstas forever eat

    That’s not real
    street

    Now everytime you get
    beef

    You call on tha
    Gangsta Mac entourage for your defeat

    Even tha DVD you shot
    in Mu’Cunja Jungle

    is not of truth- you’re
    fake all tha way thru’

    Wanting cred from tha
    real streetz,

    as though you
    actually hanged and banged

    Tha truth is you came
    thru,

     but on a scavenger hunt that’s not of truth

    It’s morelike you’re
    the hunted,

    now that’s tha
    thorough truth

    Thus, I can care less
    about your fame,

    as a blackman
    continue doin’ your thang

    Likewise,

    as a LoccishMen your
    locness is fake game

    I Tell You Tha Truth

    You rap clowns
    fabricate so many lies in tha booth

    Sleezy you’re actin’
    like a breezy

    Jealous of Rick Ross
    rappin about blowin’ money fast

    Are you mad that your
    rappin time has passed

    You should’ve been a
    good businessman,

    and brought out your
    C.T.E. cohorts

    You want all tha
    shine,

    you dared to let your
    lyrical artist shine

    Roccet C’walked

    BloodRaw left to
    successfully incline

    Luc Rugah didn’t even
    get put on tha rap frontline

    Sleezy you’re a
    front,

    who like to hold
    artists back

    Even your bodyguard
    turned his back,

    due to you not
    wanting to pay for your armor of protection

    I am no rapper

    These are jus
    realitytruth spokenworded facts

    Business is business,

    but after taxes where
    you at

    A good businessman
    knows,

    he must invest in his
    acts

    Don’t think I am in
    your pocket

    This is jus some
    game,

    from a businessman
    with facts

    I am on one with
    mines,

    as I financially
    incline

    Financial literacy
    got me intact

    From tha pen to tha
    streetz

    Expect me soon,

    tha Loccishmen MR.
    BIGMANN is back

    FO’LOCCISH (Forever
    Loccish)

    I Tell You Tha Truth

    You rap clowns
    fabricate so many lies in tha booth

     

    Contact: [email protected] or Bigmann Poetry
    on facebook.com

  • MR BIGMANN

    I Tell You Tha Truth

    Tha real is back

    Real fake at that

    You may have cooked
    crack,

    made a couple of
    stackz

    But, a “G” in tha
    real streetz

    Fool you’re not that

    Rappin’ don’t make
    you real,

    jus because someone squeeze
    the trigger,

    don’t mean they’ll
    kill

    Loyalty is to die fo’

    I recognize you read
    that

    Now Duncan Blocc
    raised you

     Tha truth lies,

    you’re a fake image
    of the Gangsta Mac

    Real hood dwellerz in
    tha city don’t respect that

     

    I Tell You Tha Truth

    You rap clownz
    fabricate so many lies in tha booth

    You can shake the
    light,

    but fool you can’t
    shake tha truth

    Now you got DJ Drama
    shoutin out

    Pookie Loc(L.I.P.)
    name in tha booth

    “B” fo’ real

    Oh, I forgot you can’t
    “C” fo’ real

    One minute you don’t
    know tha Loccishmen

    Yet, when tha
    realitytruth

    Loyalty is to die fo’
    spoke on your fake sins

    Now it’s love for my
    love one again

    Your lyrics express
    you have no love jus loyalty

    Loyalty is to die fo’
    free versed

    Love is tha strength
    that bondz loyalty

    For those that run
    behind you,

     in tha real streetz that’z fake juice

    You know what’s up
    with me,

    it’s reputable on
    minez and real I define

    This is not a dis,

    jus tha blue blooded
    truth

    I Tell You Tha Truth

    You rap clownz
    fabricate so many lies in tha booth

    Sleezy this is tha
    real Gangsta Mac,

    Mu’Cunja Jungle is
    where gangbang rumbles enact

    Tha city helped you
    climb tha rap scene

    Now you’re emulating
    our Loccish image

    Your locness is
    blemished

    Tha Mac Town is hard
    liquor,

    very hard to swallow

    Your style is like a
    woman, who ass wallow

    Telling Luc Rugah to
    transcribe loccishably hardcore,

    due to tha Byrd Gang
    and more knoccin at your door

    You didn’t morph from
    tha gangbang,

    so it’s evident you
    don’t know how to loc-tain

    BloodRaw know you
    fake kick it,

    so he moved his plate

    Don’t insinuate your
    fame I hate

    This realitypoem was
    transcribed,

    so tha real street “G’z”
    can relate

    If it wasn’t for
    Pookie Loc (L.I.P.) demise

    this realitypoem
    wouldn’t have your heart skippin a beat

    My loccish brotha
    lost his life,

    being loyal to your
    beef

    Yet, you can’t see to
    it his youngstas forever eat

    That’s not real
    street

    Now everytime you get
    beef

    You call on tha
    Gangsta Mac entourage for your defeat

    Even tha DVD you shot
    in Mu’Cunja Jungle

    is not of truth- you’re
    fake all tha way thru’

    Wanting cred from tha
    real streetz,

    as though you
    actually hanged and banged

    Tha truth is you came
    thru,

     but on a scavenger hunt that’s not of truth

    It’s morelike you’re
    the hunted,

    now that’s tha
    thorough truth

    Thus, I can care less
    about your fame,

    as a blackman
    continue doin’ your thang

    Likewise,

    as a LoccishMen your
    locness is fake game

    I Tell You Tha Truth

    You rap clowns
    fabricate so many lies in tha booth

    Sleezy you’re actin’
    like a breezy

    Jealous of Rick Ross
    rappin about blowin’ money fast

    Are you mad that your
    rappin time has passed

    You should’ve been a
    good businessman,

    and brought out your
    C.T.E. cohorts

    You want all tha
    shine,

    you dared to let your
    lyrical artist shine

    Roccet C’walked

    BloodRaw left to
    successfully incline

    Luc Rugah didn’t even
    get put on tha rap frontline

    Sleezy you’re a
    front,

    who like to hold
    artists back

    Even your bodyguard
    turned his back,

    due to you not
    wanting to pay for your armor of protection

    I am no rapper

    These are jus
    realitytruth spokenworded facts

    Business is business,

    but after taxes where
    you at

    A good businessman
    knows,

    he must invest in his
    acts

    Don’t think I am in
    your pocket

    This is jus some
    game,

    from a businessman
    with facts

    I am on one with
    mines,

    as I financially
    incline

    Financial literacy
    got me intact

    From tha pen to tha
    streetz

    Expect me soon,

    tha Loccishmen MR.
    BIGMANN is back

    FO’LOCCISH (Forever
    Loccish)

    I Tell You Tha Truth

    You rap clowns
    fabricate so many lies in tha booth

     

    Contact: [email protected] or Bigmann Poetry
    on facebook.com