Drink
tequila with vinc.
Food
thai food, kines food etc.
Movie
Man on Fire & BoonDock Saint
Music
rave(psyctrance) hardshit!
Song
BB - A Song For You
Book
I dont read at all =)
Person
Fanny my chickenworker.
Player
Tubo and ner0.
Sport
Sexytime.
Game
quakelive, q3 cpm and mayb CS.
Tv
califonication & nip tuck?
Car
Porcshe.
Actor
Brad Pitt or Dr.Troy, coz i fuck like them!

Well look at the thug that my momma gave up on and labeled me worhtless, Stroll through the city at 14 dirtless, put in my work and alert the service.
Tell 'em who could have knew it. Lil' Pac will give and regain in the world (Whoa) with enemies all
rollin' Freeze Ruthless, well I better pull my pistol and pearl.
Before they analyze my bail been treated psychologically since 12 or whatever.
Can i get bail? Or will I motherfuck myself?
Well I'm off to The Land with a hand full of balls that's all.
Just some of my dogs Mo'is Ready to maul on y'all with a forty-give.
Y'all fall and don't you call them laws. Remember my name and that's not all.
Whenever you want some call and I'll be prepared to haul y'all off.
Nigga dash trap that ass roll up your up yo'ass and puch it then flash.
Got a guage, when I catch 'em chillin let's go kill his ass, kill his ass, kill his ass.
kill his ass, kill his ass. kill his ass.

Armageddon! Lord knows that I won't fly by that lesson. Who taught me to pull out my wesson?
You brought me and I'm not stressin' it softly.
Get 'em up off me cause all we wanted was harmony.
Been bombing 'em, yell up outta my ghettos.
I won't settle, get on my level.
They can't stop me or drop me. Nigga they got me? Fuck no!
Little Pac get schizophrenic, it's manage to damage all y'all (and oh...)
I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it cause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up.
I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down so quick to test. Bullet?
Yes, declare war. Roll and I'll blow when I get the gun for the murder mo' horror for what the did it all pause for the cause and I fin to pull a nine or pistol whip a little nigga wit mine.
Fuckin' niggas, it's on. All y'all fall.
In any attempt to arrest me, stress me, Lord.
Lookin' at death with the last of my breath.
Follow, follow my kids, but don't sin my steps.
Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets. Deep in the leaves I'm alone, nigga believe it. That I can see it if needed an if you really want me in. Well let it be and get the greens and be runnin'up over Cleveland.



xpmousefix with -noforcemparms &
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Rest and burn!

Perhaps Seven AM.
Sweden
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