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Web Site: NuTang
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Foo Fighters, Nirvana, Queens of the Stone Age, Everclear, Stone Temple Pilots, Linkin Park, Local H, Radiohead, Three Doors Down, U2, Incubus, Bone Thugs N Harmony, Juelz Santana, Jay-z, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
Yo...let you hear me spit it...
I was raised in the ghetto, many tough times.
was trapped in a world of chaos and crime.
No shelter, no food, and no education.
I turned to spittin, as my dedication.
I spit gangster raps to reflect my life.
Spit about killing someone's son and wife.
Sent to juvi at age 6 for drug charges.
They sent me to an asylum as my rage enlarges.
Killed two cops in the cell.
I knew I was going to hell.
Then I started writing raps on death row.
I spit about getting revenge on the popo.
I writhed my way out of the prison bars.
Like a snake with no backbone reaching for the stars.
I ran my way into the woods.
The FBI tracked me down, but its all good.
I shot them all, making it 23 murders under me belt.
When I killed them, satisfaction was what I felt.
I escaped to the streets of NYC.
To escape the NYPD, I went to the Big Easy.
I lived the high life on Bourbon Street.
I freestyled my raps to the hip hop beat.
Down in Nawlins, Cash $ spotted me.
They took me under their wings to make me the newest signee.
Little did I know, that Mannie Fresh was a nark.
All I wanted to do was make my mark.
Mannie reported me in for drug charges and murder.
"Yo I have that fugitive, DC," I heard him murmur.
I checked the caller ID log, he had convos with the police force.
He was a traitor, I heard from an unidentified source.
Then, Lil' Wayne had a very clever scheme to save me.
He bought tickets to Vietnam, and he'd go with me.
Then at the airport, we were stopped by security.
All of a sudden, we started running cuz we were acting all witty.
But Lil' Wayne was shot by someone.
It was a cop or security, by a familiar guy with a gun.
It was Mannie Fresh, himself, that backstabber.
He was jealous I was gonna become a better rapper.
So I continued to running into the plane.
I hijacked the pilot, like I was Saddam Hussein.
Within 18 hours, I was in Vietnam.
I escaped in the jungle, to join my fellow cons.
WHAT'S MY NAME!
D to da E to da A to da N
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